A portal is a transitionary device of sight or sound that functions as a sort of third gravitating body between the this and the that, pulling us toward itself, allowing us to bridge into the unknown from the known.
quote by Roy H. Williams
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Sexual Device
(stuart emerson)
Producer for bonnie: stuart emerson
Im a run away freight train
Headin on down your track
Im the eye of a hurricane
Shooting daggers in your back
Im the howl at the window
The sound of a crackling flame
Getting uncontrollable
And the lines about to break
Nine times out of ten
I get what I want
I always want more
Gonna get what Im looking for
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
Im a tiger in the bedroom
A mist in the air at night
Inconceivable
An oasis in the fire
A shock on the airwaves
A fighter with a hungry heart
Im incurable
A new sensation
No reservations
This time I win
This time you lose
I still want more
Give me what Im looking for
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Body To Body
Body, body, bo-bo-bo-body, body
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body
Nobody does it like you do
Body to body
I love the way you make me feel
When you do what youre doing to me, oh
Touching me the way you do, you know, know youve got to feel it too
When you bodys next to mine, youve got me hypnotized
Body to body
Body to body
You know I like the way you do what you do when you do it to me, oh
Body to body
Nobody does it like you do
Body to body
You know I like what you do when you do what you do to me, no
Oh, what you do
Flowing through this magic night
I love to feel you hold me tight
You are the one thats right for me
You got me feeling tingaly
Share the night with stars above
I think Ive found this thing called love
Fever running through your eyes
You are my heavenly device
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body nobody does it like you do
Body to body
You know I like what you do when you do what you do to me, no
Oh, what you do
You opened up the world to me
You changed my life so tenderly
I know you are the only one
Youre brighter than the burning sun
Dont know where youre going to
I dont care as long as Im with you
That certain sparkle in your eyes
Has got me feeling oh so high
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body
I like what you do when you do all those things to me
Body to body....
song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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Between You And Me....
there could have been a bridge
even just a word to connect us and form a ring
a hollowness between
a hole
where both of us can pass through
and then leave all these
between a you and
i, there must be a word to describe
that wish for closeness
the intimacy that nudity speaks about
my hands clothe your body and make you another body
between my body and your body
there must at least be a syllable to make a sound of this silence between us
we hear a faint music of a distant phonograph
between us is a phrase
between us is an incomplete clause thirsty
of meaning
this unsatisfactory of ordinary humanity
this imperfection between us a word a bridge a rainbow an arrow
inside us are wounds and maggots
outside us are the words of laughter written off in air.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Functions
Functions are held so that hosts are focused.
Functions are held so that guests are spotted.
Functions are extravagant meeting grounds.
28.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Making films is sort of like you're pulling off a magic trick. It's sort of like an illusion. It's not real but you want it to appear real, and all kinds of things go into that, from the clothes you're wearing to the make-up, to the light.
quote by Jeff Bridges
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Miseryhead
christ, your head. what's it become?
while the whole world's out having fun
i'm in a cloud, it's pulling me down, breaking me down
i'm in a cloud, it feels like a crowd of a hundred, it's five degrees here
nobody sees, somebody please, save me
this is the sound of my miseryhead
choke on the taste of my miseryhead
dance to the words of my miseryhead
this is the sound of my miseryhead
i'm in a cloud, it's pulling me down, breaking me down
turn around
what's that sound?
i'm in your head
i thought i heard him say, he'd rather be dead, than
live life apart...we're apart...we're apart
[chorus]
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song performed by by Ours
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He Sees
He is sightless, he is significant,
I can sort the waves of sound,
He enjoys them, but I destroy them with my sight,
Yet his eyes are like diamonds that are so pure
And so clean, that he sees everything he hears.
He is so intelligent with disease,
The illnesses of this Earth are upon us,
But he connects,
He improved his sight eventually
When the day finally arrived.
His test is to see,
And the doctor could see that he saw.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Poem For The Feet Of Polia
they have walked through the gateways
of my eyes
they have climbed the mountains
of my body
they have marched across the desert
of my heart
they have forded the rivers
of my mind
they have penetrated into the dark forest
of my soul
if I were a cannibal I might devour them
if I were Pilate I might crucify them
if I were a sorcerer I might make them vanish away
if I were Neptune I might drown them
if I were a robber I might steal them
but I am a bridge to the sun
bridge leading away from a world of pain
bridge leading away from a night of sin
bridge over the abyss of doubt
bridge for the feet of Polia to the Sun
poem by Harry Crosby
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The Poet's Forge
He lies on his back, the idling smith,
A lazy, dreaming fellow is he;
The sky is blue, or the sky is gray,
He lies on his back the livelong day,
Not a tool in sight, say what they may,
A curious sort of smith is he.
The powers of the air are in league with him;
The country around believes it well;
The wondering folk draw spying near;
Never sight nor sound do they see or hear;
No wonder they feel a little fear;
When is it his work is done so well?
Never sight nor sound to see or hear;
The powers of the air are in league with him;
High over his head his metals swing,
Fine gold and silver to shame the king;
We might distinguish their glittering,
If once we could get in league with him.
High over his head his metals swing;
He hammers them idly year by year,
Hammers and chuckles a low refrain:
"A bench and a book are a ball and a chain,
The adze is a better tool than the plane;
What's the odds between now and next year?"
Hammers and chuckles his low refrain,
A lazy, dreaming fellow is he:
When sudden, some day, his bells peal out,
And men, at the sound, for gladness shout;
He laughs and asks what it's all about;
Oh, a curious sort of smith is he.
poem by Helen Hunt Jackson
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The Desperate Ones
Jacques Brel, Jouannest, Eric Blau, Mort Shuman
They hold each others hands
They walk without a sound
Down forgotten streets
Their shadows kiss the ground
Their footsteps
sing a song
Tat's ended before it's begun
They walk without a sound
The desperate ones
Just like the tiptoe moth
That dance before the flame
They burn their hearts so much
That death is just a name
And if love calls again
So foolishly they run, they run, they run
They run, they run, they run, they run
They run without a sound
The desperate ones
I know the road tey're on
I've walked their crooked mile
A hundred times or more
I drank their cup of bile
They watch their dreams go down
Be hind the settin sun
Yeh, yeh, yeh, they walk without a sound
The desperate ones
Le he who threw the stone at them
Stand up and take a bow
He knows the verb "to love"
Beu he'll never, never, never know how
On the bridge of nevermore
They disappear one by one
Disappear without a sound
The desperate ones
And underneath the bridge
The water's sweet and deep
This is their journey's end
The land of endless sleep
They cry to us for help
We think it's all in fun,
They cry, they cry, they cry, they cry
Without a sound
They disappear without a sound
They walk without a sound without a sound
Disappear without a sound
Cry without a sound
Yai, yaj, yaj, yaj, yaj, yaj, yaj
The desperate ones
song performed by by Nina Simone
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Strategic River
haunting image
glass shattered
view spies
ruin framed
in passion
never write
builds burns into
hair trigger
written explosion
small arms fire
flashes in crossfire
bite the bullet
wounds bleed
blood flow
life draining
grenades bombs
shrapnel zings
bridge storms
battle rages
until river
crossed
held or blown
into arches
empty spanning
air enfolding
spaces allowing
no point connection
union action
expended
collapses in
stalemate
bridge not taken
bridge to far
bridge lost
nothing wrought
no cross over
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Cuckoo Cocoon
Rael regains consciousness in some musky half-light. he is warmly wrapped in some sort of cocoon. the only sound he can hear is dripping water which appears to be the source of a pale flickering
T. he guesses he must be in some sort of cave - or kooky tomb, or catacomb, or eggshell waiting to drop from the bone of the womb.
Wrapped up in some powdered wool - I guess Im losing touch.
Dont tell me this is dying, cos I aint changed that much.
The only sound is water drops, I wonder where the hell I am,
Some kind of jam?
Cuckoo cocoon have I come to, too soon for you?
Theres nothing I can recognise; this is nowhere that Ive known.
With no sign of life at all, I guess that Im alone,
And I feel so secure that I know this cant be real
But I feel good.
Cuckoo cocoon have I come to, too soon for you?
I wonder if Im a prisoner locked in some brooklyn jail
- or some sort of jonah shut up inside the whale.
No - Im still rael and Im stuck in some kind of cave.
What couldve saved me?
Cuckoo cocoon have I come to, too soon for you?
Resigning himself to the unknown he drifts off into sleep.
song performed by by Genesis
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On the bridge God, the Devil and - A choice
i keep telling myself
this body is a gift of the divine, a bridge
i keep telling myself i am not
of the body but beyond
and that on the bridge is God, the devil
and - a choice
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Desperate Ones
Jacques brel, jouannest, eric blau, mort shuman
They hold each others hands
They walk without a sound
Down forgotten streets
Their shadows kiss the ground
Their footsteps
Sing a song
Tats ended before its begun
They walk without a sound
The desperate ones
Just like the tiptoe moth
That dance before the flame
They burn their hearts so much
That death is just a name
And if love calls again
So foolishly they run, they run, they run
They run, they run, they run, they run
They run without a sound
The desperate ones
I know the road teyre on
Ive walked their crooked mile
A hundred times or more
I drank their cup of bile
They watch their dreams go down
Be hind the settin sun
Yeh, yeh, yeh, they walk without a sound
The desperate ones
Le he who threw the stone at them
Stand up and take a bow
He knows the verb to love
Beu hell never, never, never know how
On the bridge of nevermore
They disappear one by one
Disappear without a sound
The desperate ones
And underneath the bridge
The waters sweet and deep
This is their journeys end
The land of endless sleep
They cry to us for help
We think its all in fun,
They cry, they cry, they cry, they cry
Without a sound
They disappear without a sound
They walk without a sound without a sound
Disappear without a sound
Cry without a sound
Yai, yaj, yaj, yaj, yaj, yaj, yaj
The desperate ones
song performed by by Nina Simone
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The Portal
I hesitantly walked through the portal
As it's light grew, encompassing me,
Not knowing what lay ahead
I was blinded and could not see.
My palms sweaty, my mind racing,
I walked trying to reach the end,
Moving 500 miles a minute
This I did not intend.
Those minutes were precious
The portal started to fade
To where was I heading?
Would I be dismayed?
Scanning for a planet,
A warming star, a cooling night,
I soared through the heavens
searching for the finite.
I was the vortex of time
The portal was sealed,
At the core of the rift
I was the infinite shield.
Where would I be to this day?
If I had not followed through
The lore of the portal
Not knowing whether to pursue.
© Hazel 2012
poem by Hazel Connelly
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Down At The Bridge
I went down to the (? ? ? ? ? )
Didnt really know what I was going for
Must have been a stroke of destiny
Thats a break (into me)? ?
We met in the frozen food section
It was mrs. swanson love connection
Down at the bridge. down down down at the bridge
Down at the bridge. down down down at the bridge
You can really tell a lot about a man
By if he likes his peaches to eat fresh or canned
Does he like tide or prefer wisk
Ive never go to know a guy as good as this
You ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
It was love at first sigh, there was no denying
Down at the bridge. down down down at the bridge
Down at the bridge. down down down at the bridge
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Its not real fast, but it goes real far
Like what I say, wouldnt have it any other way way way
I walk slowly towards you down the aisle
I got this future flash and it made me smile
I knew right then I had better leave or forever hold my peace
Put your grocery bag inside my cart
And I knew Id never get ya out of my heart
Down at the bridge. down down down at the bridge
Down at the bridge. down down down at the bridge
Transcribed by adam longfellow
song performed by by Jewel
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Unknown
This unknown figure...
This unknown place...
Where am I at anyways?
This unknown feeling that I have,
This unknown pain inside;
I can't run away from.
Unknown heart, Unknown soul,
All unknown and all gone.
Sadden by all of this and all that's left..
Is me with no feeling...
I'm gone and lost and can't find a way out!
I'm an unknown person,
And an unknown girl who can't be seen.
I'm invisible, I'm a nobody,
I'm an unknown figure to people.
I'm gone forever and ever...right?
poem by Jessica Lee
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Your Honesty
It's Your honesty
With you I have no
choice When you talk to me
I can make love to your voice
It's the things I see
when I look into your eyes
It's your honesty
Pulling me closer to u baby
You know you drive me crazy
You are one of a kind
And i want you to be mine,
oh oh mine Pulling me closer to you
You have a special quality
You're bringing out the best in me
You have a special quality
You are pulling me closer to you
It's Your honesty
With you I have no choice
When u talk to me
I can make love to your voice
It's the things I see
when I look into your eyes
It's your honesty
Pulling me closer to you baby
You know it just gets better
This is the way it should be
You know the truth will set you free,
so free Pulling me closer to you
You have a special quality
You're bringing out the best in me
You have a special quality
You are pulling me closer to you
It's Your honesty
With you I have no choice
When u talk to me
I can make love to your voice
It's the things i see
when i look into your eyes
It's your honesty
Pulling me closer to u baby
Touch my little body
Embrasse moi mon amour
pour ce soir, pour toujours
Keeping touch my little body
dis-moi la vrite
oui je sais toujours.
You have a special quality
You're bringing out the very best in me
You have a special quality
You are pulling me closer to you Honesty
song performed by by Madonna
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Sad Lady
Written by John Mellencamp and George Green
Oh Sad Lady do you curse your name
and how many times have you been ashamed
Crazy Lady letting your emotions show
it's hard being a woman knowing what you know
Oh Sad Lady were you born in vain
nothing to live for and no one to blame
ain't no use in screaming or pulling on your hair
Crazy Lady dancing with a chair
(1st bridge)
Oh oh if you should get to know
Sad Lady
say maybe
Oh Sad Lady won't you dry your eyes
you go on living wishing you could die
'cause dying's not bad when living's not so good
Crazy Lady so misunderstood
(repeat 1st bridge)
(2nd bridge)
Tell me what you're thinking
as you lace up white shoes
tell me Sad Lady
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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I Dreamt... (The Mask)
i dreamt...
it was dark.
the sound of the door
being broken into
awakened me with a jolt.
i stumbled down the hallway,
and ran into the intruder.
we wrestled each other
to the floor.
we fought for the gun
he had in his hand,
till it went off.
his body went limp.
pulling myself up,
i reached down and removed
the mask from his face...
he looked exactly like me!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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