I'm disappointed. I don't care about Will Smith, I don't want to.
quote by Robert Conrad
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Zero Bars (Mr. Smith)
my name is Smith
your silence is my trade
my name is Smith
here in this bar you fade out
time heals nothing
it merely rearranges our memory
in zero bars
even time no longer seems willing to try
please look around
empty faces that never quite die
don't be surprised
their bodies move by habit, look in their eyes
nothing is real
if you break down and cry they won't even stare
nobody feels
it's far too risky to admit that you care
my name is Smith
your silence is my trade
my name is Smith
here in this bar you fade out
Gary Numan, "Zero Bars (Mr. Smith)", _T_u_b_e_w_a_y _A_r_m_y (Beggars Banquet/ATCO 1978)
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Zero Bars
My name is smith
Your silence is my trade
My name is smith
Here in this bar you fade out
Time heals nothing
It merely rearranges our memory
In zero bars
Even time no longer seems willing to try
Please look around
Empty faces that never quite die
Don't be surprised
Their bodies move by habit, look in their eyes
Nothing is real
If you break down and cry they won't even stare
Nobody feels
It's far too risky to admit that you care
My name is smith
Your silence is my trade
My name is smith
Here in this bar you fade out
song performed by by Gary Numan
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The Disappointed
The disappointed
All shuffle round in circles
Their placards look the same
With a picture and a name
Of the ones who broke their hearts
The disappointed
All congregate at my house
Their voices sob with grief
That they want to be chief
Of the tribe with broken hearts
Once, I had no sympathy
For those destroyed and thrown away by love
Seems, your ring upon my finger
Signifies that Ive become the spokesman of...
The disappointed
Will bear me on their shoulders
To a secret shadow land
Where a sombre marching band
Plays a tune for broken hearts
And day grows darker now
Everywhere, everywhere
The disappointed
Are coming in their millions
Theyre spilling from the bus
At a monument to us
Made of bits of broken heart
The disappointed
Are growing every second
They blot the sun to black
At the bottom of the pack
Im the king of broken hearts
song performed by by Xtc
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Who Allowed This Disappointment
Hmmm,
Let's see!
If I am disappointed.
And you say,
You are disappointed.
And here we are listening,
To them express their disappointment.
Who allowed this disappointment,
To get 'this' disappointing?
'That's a good question!
Maybe those we elected to represent us,
Misunderstood it was not our disappointment...
We elected them to represent.
But instead...
To find solutions for the reasons 'why',
We were disappointed in the first place.'
You may have a point.
None of us really agreed to be freed of disappointment.
And we keep electing those to represent,
The best of our disappointments.
And this has never been what any of us wanted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I think people are just really disappointed, disappointed with Blair as well, who's just like Bush's lapdog. I think everyone's just disillusioned with politics in our country, and it must be the same in your country.
quote by Paul Weller
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Mom N Dad
mom,
thanks for everything..
thanks for your care,
and thanks for your teddy bear!
dad,
thanks for your advices,
thanks for your chocolates bar,
and thanks for your car!
mom n dad,
thanks for everything..
I do love you
now, always n forever..
miss you but my heart need you
really care about both of you
mom n dad,
thanks a lot..
poem by Alexandria Smith Al Fariz
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Bones
Said Mr. Smith, “I really cannot
Tell you, Dr. Jones—
The most peculiar pain I’m in—
I think it’s in my bones.”
Said Dr. Jones, “Oh, Mr. Smith,
That’s nothing. Without doubt
We have a simple cure for that;
It is to take them out.”
He laid forthwith poor Mr. Smith
Close-clamped upon the table,
And, cold as stone, took out his bones
As fast as he was able.
Smith said, “Thank you, thank you, thank you,”
And wished him a good-day;
And with his parcel ‘neath his arm
He slowly moved away.
poem by Walter de la Mare
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What, if already read?
Many men had read her, I know.
For me she was fresh to read.
She neither disappointed me
Nor was disappointed by me.
01.09.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Know
I don't have to see You,
I know that You are with me.
I don't have to shout,
For You to hear me.
I know that You can hear me
Even if I am whispering.
I don't worry about my problems.
I know that You will solve each
And every one.
I don't have to dwell on all,
The things I have done.
I know that once I repent,
You will forget about them.
I don't have any fear,
I know You are near.
I don't have to care,
If man notices my good work.
I know that You do,
And that is my biggest reward.
I don't have to ever feel alone,
I know that You are with me,
Everywhere that I go.
I don't have to care,
About my enemies.
I know that,
You will take care of them for me.
I don't have to wonder,
If You love me.
I know just by all that I
Have named and all that,
You continue to do each,
And everyday.
poem by Tameeka Smith
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Antichrist, or the Reunion of Christendom: An Ode
Are they clinging to their crosses,
F. E. Smith,
Where the Breton boat-fleet tosses,
Are they, Smith?
Do they, fasting, trembling, bleeding,
Wait the news from this our city?
Groaning "That's the Second Reading!"
Hissing "There is still Committee!"
If the voice of Cecil falters,
If McKenna's point has pith,
Do they tremble for their altars?
Do they, Smith?
Russian peasants round their pope
Huddled, Smith,
Hear about it all, I hope,
Don't they, Smith?
In the mountain hamlets clothing
Peaks beyond Caucasian pales,
Where Establishment means nothing
And they never heard of Wales,
Do they read it all in Hansard -
With a crib to read it with -
"Welsh Tithes: Dr. Clifford answered."
Really, Smith?
In the lands where Christians were,
F. E. Smith,
In the little lands laid bare,
Smith, O Smith!
Where the Turkish bands are busy
And the Tory name is blessed
Since they hailed the Cross of Dizzy
On the banners from the West!
Men don't think it half so hard if
Islam burns their kin and kith,
Since a curate lives in Cardiff
Saved by Smith.
It would greatly, I must own,
Soothe me, Smith!
If you left this theme alone,
Holy Smith!
For your legal cause or civil
You fight well and get your fee;
For your God or dream or devil
You will answer, not to me.
Talk about the pews and steeples
And the cash that goes therewith!
But the souls of Christian peoples...
Chuck it, Smith!
poem by G.K. Chesterton
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Antichrist, or the Reunion of Christendom: An Ode
Are they clinging to their crosses,
F. E. Smith,
Where the Breton boat-fleet tosses,
Are they, Smith?
Do they, fasting, trembling, bleeding,
Wait the news from this our city?
Groaning "That's the Second Reading!"
Hissing "There is still Committee!"
If the voice of Cecil falters,
If McKenna's point has pith,
Do they tremble for their altars?
Do they, Smith?
Russian peasants round their pope
Huddled, Smith,
Hear about it all, I hope,
Don't they, Smith?
In the mountain hamlets clothing
Peaks beyond Caucasian pales,
Where Establishment means nothing
And they never heard of Wales,
Do they read it all in Hansard --
With a crib to read it with --
"Welsh Tithes: Dr. Clifford answered."
Really, Smith?
In the lands where Christians were,
F. E. Smith,
In the little lands laid bare,
Smith, O Smith!
Where the Turkish bands are busy
And the Tory name is blessed
Since they hailed the Cross of Dizzy
On the banners from the West!
Men don't think it half so hard if
Islam burns their kin and kith,
Since a curate lives in Cardiff
Saved by Smith.
It would greatly, I must own,
Soothe me, Smith!
If you left this theme alone,
Holy Smith!
For your legal cause or civil
You fight well and get your fee;
For your God or dream or devil
You will answer, not to me.
Talk about the pews and steeples
And the cash that goes therewith!
But the souls of Christian peoples...
Chuck it, Smith!
poem by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
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About You (how Disappointed I Was)
what happened to me
you never predicted
it was like the story of
the ugly duckling
despite the weakness of
my past
the hardness of the stones
(the unfeeling body)
and the shortness of the
vision of that horizon
i have remained
more than what i am
i must have disappointed you
who never think that
success may come to someone
without the royalty of
the lines of the palms
it is i
who is severely disappointed
for you never changed
your mind has always
been a door closed
your heart
a stone house without windows
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Relying on Faith
Let faith be your guide.
Many times, I’ve relied on faith
To get through the hour.
I wasn’t disappointed.
Many times, I’ve relied on faith
To get through the day.
I wasn’t disappointed.
Many times, I’ve relied on faith
To get through the year.
I wasn’t disappointed.
Take a chance.
Trust your faith,
Have 'faith' in faith,
And it will work for you.
©
poem by Walterrean Salley
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Take Celebrity Out
I don’t care about your girlfriends
I don’t care about your affairs
I don’t care how many your wives
I don’t care you divorce with who
What I need is your entertainment
I don’t care about your castles and cars
I don’t care about your new styles
I don’t care if you famous everywhere
I don’t care you know many connection
What I need is your talent
I don’t care about your plastic surgery
I don’t care about your disturbing behavior
I don’t care you run from your rehabilitation
I don’t care you have a fight with who
What I need is your hard work
I don’t care about your orientation
I don’t care about your life philosophy
I don’t care you are a selfish and arrogant person
I don’t care you could move thousand people
What I need is your result
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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As The Sunset
As the sunset I think to myself why.
As the sunset I sit down and cry.
Wondering why life got to be a lie.
As the sunset I dropp my head.
As the sunset I think about you instead.
How can I go home and get in my bed.
As the sunset I say no.
As the sunset I just don't know.
My love that I have for u just wont go.
As the sunset I look to the sky.
As the sunset I wait to die.
Tell me how to say good-bye.
As the sunset I say a prayer.
As the sunset how can I dare.
I'm giving up, I just don't care.
Sitting by the window watching the sun to set.
Knowing I'm going to see you again,
and you coming back home at the end.
By: Brittany Smith
9/25/08
poem by Brittany Smith
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Really, I could care less if there's a Second Decade record.
quote by Michael W. Smith
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I Don't Care Anymore
Well you can tell ev'ryone I'm a down disgrace
So drag my name all over the place.
I don't care anymore. (I don't care)
You can tell ev'rybody 'bout the state I'm in
You won't catch me crying 'cos I just can't win.
I don't care anymore I don't care anymore
I don't care what you say
I don't play the same games you play.
'Cos I've been talking to the people that you call your friends
And it seems to me there's a means to and end.
They don't care anymore. (they don't care)
And as for me I can sit here and bide my time
I got nothing to lose if I speak my mind.
I don't care anymore I don't care no more
I don't care what you say
We never played by the same rules anyway.
I won't be there anymore
Get out of my way
Let me by
I got better things to do with my time
I don't care anymore I don't care anymore
I don't care anymore I don't care anymore
Well, I don't care now what you say (I don't care what you say)
'Cos ev'ry day (everyday)
I'm feeling fine with myself (I'm feeling fine with myself)
And I don't care now what you say (I don't care what you say)
Hey I'll do alright by myself (I'll be alright by myself)
I don't care (I don't care) anymore (anymore)
I don't care (I don't care) anymore (anymore)
I don't care (I don't care) anymore (anymore)
I don't care anymore
Do you care? Hell no!
Do you care? Hell no!
Do you care? Hell no!
What what?
Do you care? Hell no!
Do you care? Hell no!
Do you care? Hell no!
What what?
Do you care? Hell no!
Do you care? Hell no!
Do you care? Hell no!
What what?
Do you care? Hell no!
Do you care? Hell no!
Do you care? Hell no!
What what?
'Cos I remember all the times I tried so hard
And you laughed in my face 'cos ya held all the cards.
I don't care anymore.
And I really ain't bothered what you think of me
'Cos all I want of you is just a let me be.
I don't care anymore
Did you hear? I don't care no more
I don't care what you say
I never did believe you much anyway.
We won't be there any more
So get out of our way.
Let us by
We got better things to do with our time
We don't care anymore
We don't care anymore
We don't care anymore
We don't care anymore
We don't care
We don't care
We don't care (anymore)
We don't care
song performed by by Kelis
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If I Were A Sex Toy
Erotic parody of Beyonce's new hit, If I Were A Boy
If I were a sex toy
Even just for a day
I would't just hump her in the morning
and throw her out after I got what I wanted, no
Drink deeply from the gay guys
and go down on bicurious girls
I'd stick to whoever I wanted
and I'd never get confronted for it
Cause I would be doing only what they expected of me
If I were a sex toy
I think I'd like to understand
How it feels to lube up a curious virgin girl
I swear I'd better than any man
I'd easy and pleasy inser myself into her
Cause I know how it sucks
When you lose it to the one you wanted
Only to find yourself disappointed
Cos she took hers, but never gave you yours
Left all your romantic hopes and dreams destoryed
If I were a sex toy
I would't beat her like a drum
Leaving her sobbing and broken
Vowing never to be again with a lover alone
I'd put her pleasure first
and let make up the rules as we go
Cause I know her orgasms would be plentiful
Everytime we ran it on in
Around the bases to home, to home
If I were a sex toy
I think I'd like to understand
How it feels to lube up a curious virgin girl
I swear I'd better than any man
I'd easy and pleasy inser myself into her
Cause I know how it sucks
When you lose it to the one you wanted
Only to find yourself disappointed
Cos she took hers, but never gave you yours
Left all your romantic hopes and dreams destoryed
It's a little too late for you to give me my cherry back
Say you made a clumsy first timer's mistake
Think that I'll ever let you come back to hit that
If you thought that again I would give it up to you
You thought wrong
But you're just a sex toy
You're not even made to understand,
and you're not even made to understand
How it feels to lube up a curious virgin girl
Someday you wish you could be better than a man
You don't stick it to her right
You don't care if it hurts
As long as you get what you wanted
You don't care if you leave her disappointed
All her romantic hopes and dreams destoryed
But you're just a sex toy
2008 Ramona Thompson
poem by Ramona Thompson
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You take care of you and your family first. Then you go to your neighborhood, and then you spread it on out within the community.
To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.
quote by Alexander Smith
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