The handwriting on the wall may be a forgery.
quote by Ralph Hodgson
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This Is A Forgery
This is a forgery,
This is a forgery.
Every single word is plagiarized.
Copied twice and thrice inscribed.
This is a forgery.
There is a path,
and to get where its leading,
you've got to be sharp and never bend easy.
This is an enemy.
Compliments and chemistry.
Cavalier and so charming.
This isn't everything,
this isn't everything.
I had a fit,
and you had a feeling.
There was a path,
and to get where its leading,
you head to be sharp,
you couldn't swerve side to side.
I was a razor,
you were a straight line.
This is a travesty,
this is a travesty,
every sentiment has been contirved.
Palatable and so refined.
Sugar and sweet to appetize.
I had a fit,
you had a feeling.
There was a path,
and to get where its leading,
you head to be sharp,
you couldn't swerve side to side.
I was a razor,
you were a staright line.
This is a forgery,
this is a forgery.
Every single word is plagiarized.
Copied twice and thrice inscribed.
This is a forgery.
And we were looking out,
for some shining light,
but it was casket black,
so we would search all night.
song performed by by Dashboard Confessional
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Somehow I started introducing writing into my drawings, and after a time, the language took over and I started getting very involved with the handwriting and then the look of the handwriting.
quote by Patti Smith
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Man is a strange animal. He generally cannot read the handwriting on the wall until his back is up against it.
quote by Adlai E. Stevenson
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A blind eye
Lord knows why
we just can’t read
The handwriting emblazoned
on the wall
It says… “ So this is what
I don’t love you, feels like”
And… “time… makes fools
of us all.”
poem by David Whalen
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Remnants Of My Sister
the long wavy strand of brown
stuck to the tub wall,
a note in slanty handwriting,
the dirty outfit
heaped up in the hamper,
all the video game systems pulled out from
beneath the television,
and the glass left by the computer
with milk stains on the rim
make me smile
even though i said i'd never
miss you.
poem by Alys Matthews
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The Wall That I See
always this wall
this wall, always, this,
wall, always
i see, and face, and
grasp, and feel
with my palms, and touch
with my fingers
never love it
but i am in here surrounded
always, by this, wall,
this, wall, this wall,
always, i dream of
overcoming this, wall
this height,
i dream of ladders,
and tall feet, and i always,
look beyond this,
this wall, this.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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His Writings On The Wall
when he was writing about
walls
he wrote the words on the walls
and they were arranged
like walls
from wall to wall his description
about the wall was
consistently like a wall
walling in all the walls
around the wall
where he was writing
consistently and
uniformly the word
wall, wall, wall, wall
and then nothing but a train of walls like this
wallwallwallwallwallwallwallwallwallw allwallwallwallwallwallwallwallwallwallwall
of course, he did notn add any smoke from steam engine
neither did he add any children and women and even men riding on the
train of walls
there was no driver even
or wheels
what he stressed was just a wall, a wall train, a wall nothing but a wall
walling him in
but what he really wanted at the end was something that should wall him out
something however that until now he is still trying to figure out
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In the future the way that Whittaker Chambers was able to carry out forgery by typewriter will be disclosed.
quote by Alger Hiss
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Euthanasia In Canada Sept 25th,2012
Sure, old folk can sometimes see the handwriting on the wall,
Death might be getting closer unless they can have it stalled,
They'd like an easy way out if they can get it legal and right,
Maybe binding referendums and death with dignity, day or night.
But our politicians are busy at the moment and what's your name?
And death with dignity is very illegal so that's not the same,
You'll have to call back again sometime or just send an e-mail,
And if you die in the meantime, we'll put it in the garbage pail.
Because in Canada, death with dignity is completely banned,
And if you are caught in this Canadian trap, you could be damned,
Because not only that; the church says DWD is a mortal sin,
So it's down to hell you'll go with the other sinners then.
poem by James Bredin
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Imitation, if it is not forgery, is a fine thing. It stems from a generous impulse, and a realistic sense of what can and cannot be done.
quote by James Fenton
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Every man has one thing he can do better than anyone else - and usually it's reading his own handwriting.
quote by G. Norman Collie
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A woman's perfume tells more about her than her handwriting.
quote by Christian Dior
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Poets don't draw. They unravel their handwriting and then tie it up again, but differently.
quote by Jean Cocteau
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Hole In My Wall
Through the hole in my wall,
I see into your head
a beggers day banquet
on a four poster bed
It's food for the eyes
drink for the soul
The hole in my wall
I can't let myself go
CHOURS
I'm spinning 'round and 'round
('round and 'round and 'round)
Don't let me down
(Ooh I groove) Through the hole in my wall
(Love the view) Through the hole in my wall
(Velvet Blue) through the hole in my wall
(I see you) through the hole in my wall
The hole in my wall, lets in the sound
Of bodies and sweat, and merry-go-rounds
The whole in my wall, is better than sex
An x-rated Disneyland, gooving T-Rex
CHORUS (2 X's)
Through the hole in my wall.
song performed by by Warrant
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There Is Nothing To Write
WELL, FACE THE BLANK WALL
STARE TO THIS BLANK WALL
THERE IS NOTHING TO THIS BLANK WALL
IT IS BLANK
IT IS EMPTY
IT IS A HINDRANCE TO WHAT I WANT TO SEE
IT IS AN OBSTRUCTION
TO WHAT I WANT TO BECOME
THIS WALL
THIS WALL IS MY JAIL
MY PRISON
MY BLINDNESS
THIS WALL MUST BE TORN
THIS WALL MUST BE BOMBED
THIS BLOCK
THIS WEARINESS OF THE HEART
THIS TIREDNESS OF THE SOUL
THIS MALADY OF BEING NOTHING
THIS HAVING NOTHING AT ALL
THERE IS NOTHING TO WRITE
THERE IS NOTHING
THERE IS
now i will write about something
from above
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything beautiful, for beauty is God's handwriting.
quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Mathematics is the handwriting on the human consciousness of the very Spirit of Life itself.
quote by Claude Fayette Bragdon
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You may not be able to read a doctor's handwriting and prescription, but you'll notice his bills are neatly typewritten.
quote by Earl Wilson
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I have terrible handwriting. I now say it's a learning disability... but a nun who was a very troubled woman hit me over the fingers with a ruler because my writing was so bad.
quote by Andrew Greeley
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It Is Love Still, There Is No Other...
i accompany you to a wall
i know this wall fully well
it walled me since i was small,
and then i fall in love with you
and you feel the same wall despite the openness of the port of
the city where our love boat is docked
despite the songs of seagulls
despite the softness of my hands cupping your breasts
you ask me to explain about this wall
and so i am taking you there
for you to see
the wall has become thicker and higher
walling me since ages then
and it stares at me
asking, if i have learned about love at all?
if i have really love you? if i really love myself
despite the blindness that the wall is giving me
all my life
the wall is teasing me in front of you
i am ashamed
but i do not give up and hand all my life
without a fight to this wall
and i look at you
and i tell the wall your name
'here is my savior
have pity, she does not know a wall
she has not lived there once
she does not know your name
she cannot feel your
loneliness
she will die
she does not know a fight
against the wall'
and then there is silence
like an ocean's trench
the wall opens a door
some tears are left on the stairs
'it is love still, there is no other' the wind
sings to the highest cliff
on that mountain of
death.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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