What I really remember is that people camped out everywhere, and the fact everybody expected it might turn into a big nightmare with all sorts of hassles because back in those days everybody was smoking pot and taking acid.
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A Wolf in Sheeps Clothing
There are all sorts of people
some come across as very shy
but when you get to know them
you discover they're cunning and sly.
There are those who are friendly
who greet you with a smile
but secretly they despise you
and talk about you all the while.
There are folk you have known
who say they will keep in touch
but you never ever hear from them
as really they didn't like you much.
People come into our lives constantly
and some stay friends for life
but there will be some who hate you
and in your back they would stick a knife.
So beware of certain people
because you can meet them anywhere
they may at first appear harmless
but can turn your life into a living nightmare!
poem by Kevin Halls
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Well, when I was younger, in high school, I started out smoking pot. Which escalated into taking acid on a regular basis, which escalated into selling acid. And then I started, when I went to college, I started doing opiates.
quote by John Wozniak
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Smokin The Herb Again
Yo yo yo, yo, yo yo what
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Damn, I really wish I could find my sack man
Must have got eaten by pac-man
If I had it I could smoke again
Smoke with my friends to the very end
But now Im trying to comprehend
Whens the next time that Ill smoke again
I need to know, please tell when will we smoke again
I got a buddy, his name is ted
Hes got a problem going through his head
He doesnt know how to puff puff give
But I like so Ill teach him and Ill let him live
Everyday we teach him right
When he divides, we have to fight
But at the end of the trying day
We says its ok and we puff away
Just the other night, I saw you, you were smokin not sharing and being tight
But thats ok, you are my friend, well smoking until the very end
The lessons that we put out, we order you to try it out
Its nice to smoke, yea thats what were all about
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Hey, ho, hey ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho
I smoke, you smoke, we smoke, they smoke, smoking everywhere
I smoke, you smoke, we smoke, they smoke, smoking all together
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
song performed by by Incubus
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Shattered Love)
Its a moment of truth--
A realization of fact--
A nightmare turned daymare--
A haunting that always comes back;
Reality plays itself in such daunting ways...
So hard to face it head on...
Tremulous moments- in the in betweens...
Always present-never gone;
Its a moment of truth---
A realization of fact---
A nightmare turned daymare---
A haunting that always comes back;
A broken dream surfacing...
A loss of true love so pure...
An ailment never ending...
A sorrow with no cure;
Its a remembrance that always returns...
Its a part of my heart that forever longs...
Its an unending nightmare---
Ever since you've been gone;
Its a break of: 'our once was'...
Of our future and our past...
Its a moment of harsh truth...
About a love that didn't last;
Its: 'a days gone by pain'...
That always returns...
Its my eternal love and longing...
With a fire that forever burns;
Its a moment of truth--
A realization of fact---
A nightmare turned daymare-
A haunting that always comes back;
June 4,2010
Song Lyrics
poem by Theodora Onken
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Get It Back
Remember when
It all began
We were all in love
Then came the friends
Telling you when your time for me
Was good enough
I constantly had to compete
With you crew and their schemes
Remembering
Back in the day I used to mean everything
If we could just get it back
(to the way it used to be)
My only wish would be that
(nothing would change with you and me)
I remember how it was
(and I know that for a fact)
We were oh so deep in love
(if we could just get it back)
Now tell me why
All of them nights
You had so much to go
When you said bye
Sometimes I tried, I tried
To make you choose
Now tell me how you can allow
You boys to control the time
We shared it was unfair
But now its time for you to know
(now if I told you)
That Im moving on
(boy what would you do)
Things just aint the same
(we were supposed to)
Conquer everything, yeah
(boy let me tell you)
Youre got to make a change
If we could just get it back
(to the way it used to be)
My only wish would be that
(nothing would change with you and me)
I remember how it was
(and I know that for a fact)
We were oh so deep in love
(if we could just get it back)
If we could just get it back
(to the way it used to be)
My only wish would be that
(nothing would change with you and me)
I remember how it was
(and I know that for a fact)
We were oh so deep in love
(if we could just get it back)
(do you rememebr)
The way you used to love
You would kiss and hug me
(I rememebr)
U havent lately
(do you remember)
All the things you gave me
Everywhere youd take me
(cant you see that)
I really really need you back
If we could just get it back
(to the way it used to be)
My only wish would be that
(nothing would change with you and me)
I remember how it was
(and I know that for a fact)
We were oh so deep in love
(if we could just get it back)
song performed by by Whitney Houston
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Memorable
I remember your eyes and your smile,
I remember the beauty of your face,
I remember where I thought about taking you,
I remember imagining that special place,
I remember how you would laugh
And bring your hand up to your lips,
I remember the gentle touch of your skin
When you touched me with your fingertips,
I remember how you held me close
When I asked you if I may have a dance,
I remember when we talked about
How we were brought together by chance
I remember when I would look up at you,
I remember how you would smile at me,
I remember how nervous I would get
Whenever it was you that I'd see,
I remember how our eyes would lock
And neither of our heads could turn away,
No, I can forget what I remember,
I'll remember it all until my dying day.
poem by Alex F. Chavez
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Memorable
I remember your eyes and your smile,
I remember the beauty of your face,
I remember where I thought about taking you,
I remember imagining that special place,
I remember how you would laugh
And bring your hand up to your lips,
I remember the gentle touch of your skin
When you touched me with your fingertips,
I remember how you held me close
When I asked you if I may have a dance,
I remember when we talked about
How we were brought together by chance
I remember when I would look up at you,
I remember how you would smile at me,
I remember how nervous I would get
Whenever it was you that I'd see,
I remember how our eyes would lock
And neither of our heads could turn away,
No, I can forget what I remember,
I'll remember it all until my dying day.
Alex F. Chavez
poem by suchul Jin
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Remembering Those Leaves Of Summer....
i remember the day when Papa
quit smoking, when he promised not to visit
the cockpit anymore and gamble
and he fulfilled his promise,
and the family was happier then
less the fights, gone were the loud arguments,
i remember the day Mama died
because of joy
i remember how she resurrected from the dead
because of promises fulfilled
i remember those days of rain
how we bathed joyfully under them
how our laughter mixed with those drops of tears
i remember most those sunshine days
when we rode on galloping horses on the mountain trails
i remember those poems written for the beautiful orange-sunsets
citrus flavored moments
smokeless in the boulevard
pure healthy talk, less the worries, diminishing darkness,
well, those were the days that i like to remember
and by now, you must have noticed how easily i too forget them.
those leaves have fallen, and what we did, if you remember
was burn all of them
must we keep burning still?
leaves all.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Do You Remember Me?
When you can’t sleep at night,
and you’re all alone in the twilight,
turn those nightmares in to dreams,
by building up your self-esteem,
just dig deep in to your memory,
and remember someone like me.
Do you remember happier days,
full of fun filled holidays,
where you could do,
whatever you wanted to,
as love came so easily,
to people like you and me.
In dark and doubtful times,
we all need pleasant signs,
to stem the flow of tears,
so look back through the years,
pull out those special memories,
for they’re guaranteed to please.
Do you remember better days,
full of sunshine rays,
where your wishes came true,
and happiness always followed you,
then you must have remembered me,
for I always made you happy.
poem by Dale Mullock
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They Are Not That Kind Of People
Remember all the people that you backstabbed,
Gladly.
Now they are the ones you turn to fulfill your needs.
Remember all the people that you laughed at,
And attacked?
Now they could but they don't...
Laugh at you back.
Since they are not the kind of people,
Who are like that.
They are not that kind of people who backstab.
To then discover as time passes,
Their lives are sad.
Remember all the people that you backstabbed,
Gladly.
Now they could,
But they don't...
Laugh at you back.
Now they could,
But they don't...
Backstab!
Remember all the people that you backstabbed,
Gladly.
Now they could,
But they don't...
Laugh at you back.
Now they could,
But they don't...
Do tit for tat.
Now they could,
But they don't...
Laugh at you back.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Days to Remember
Do you remember the days?
The days of Cinderella wanting to go the ball
The days of the seven dwarfs
The days when you believed in it
I remember those days
The days you held your mother’s hand
The days when you wished on a star
The days you believed that wish would come true
Do you remember the days?
The days of jump rope
The days of secret hand shakes
The days you believed it was just so easy
I remember those days
The days when you would hide and they would seek
The days of spending all day playing ball
The days you thought it would never get hard
We all remember those days
poem by Ambra Milton
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Turn To Me
Turn to me, Burning me, Turn to me, Burning me
From all the taking down,
To the driving far away.
As if we're lost and found,
Removing us everyday yeah.
Pushing things too far,
Or never moving it along.
Forgiving and forget,
Only makes one person strong.
Hoping and finding, resisting, denying,
Hey, with your classic words of
Turn to me, that's what you say
When you're burning me, that's what you do
When you turn to me, need more days
And the time to turn you off.
Turn to me, that's what you say
When you're burning me, that's what you do
When you turn to me, need more days
And the time to turn you off.
There's no familiar face, or a hand to cling upon,
We've walked a short distance, but it took so very long.
Hoping and fighting, resisting, denying,
With your classic words of
Turn to me, that's what you say
When you're burning me that's what you do
When you turn to me, need more days
And the time to turn you off.
Knowing that we'll jump a little too high to live
Knowing that it's safe, but not safe enogh to give.
Your heart, your dream, no give, no recieve,
Respect, believe, turn to me.
Turn to me, burning me
Turn to me, time to turn you off,
Burning, me, turn to me, resisting, denying.
Turn to me, that's what you say
When you're burning me, that's what you do
When you turn to me, need more days
And the time to turn you off.
Turn to me, that's what you say
When you're burning me, that's what you do
When you turn to me, need more days
And the time to turn you off.
Oh why don't you, why don't you, why don't you, why don't you, why don't you
turn to me baby, time to turn you off,
Turning me not burning me, turning me not burning me, now turning me not
burning me, yeahhhhhh.
Turning me, oh burning me now na-ba-dupa-ba-dupa-ba-dupa yeahhhhhh
Turn me, oh burning me, why don't you burn me yeahhhhh
Turn to me, that's what you say
When you're burning me, that's what you do,
When you turn to me, need more days
And the time to turn you off.
Turn to me, that's what you say,
When you're burning me, that's what you do,
When you turn to me, need more days
And the time to turn you off!!
song performed by by Vanessa Amorosi
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When 'It' Comes
A journey within an inner beauty.
Is that what comes...
When our days here are done?
An eternal mystic voyage...
Beyond Creation
Where mental translations
Are transferred
In a spiritual awareness intact!
Are we on track for that?
It's rumored that death is perceived
To be something much more,
Much more than taking a nap!
But no one,
In fact...
Has ever returned from 'that' to come back!
A journey within an inner beauty.
Is that what comes...
When our days here are done?
There is no 'If' about it...
Something comes to change everything!
Changing everyone,
When 'It' comes.
Bringing everything back to ONE.
Back to where beginnings,
In fulfillment spinning endings...
Begun!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Holiday
Many memories of our childhood
linger in our minds forever,
dwelling there for us to remember.
How much we wish sometimes
to go back and maybe do things a little different.
There are many things I would change
if I had my chance again, but I can’t.
However, saying that I remember
a holiday I wish I could relive again and again.
I am not sure what summer it was,
but what I do remember was staying
with a surrogate unt and Uncle
who gave me the best time of my life.
We travelled around the Great Lakes
with all their wonders to see.
Camped out in tents under the moonlight,
and fished for our breakfast, lunch and dinner.
It was the most exciting time in my life.
It seemed longer now than it really was,
yet it was over fifty years ago.
The days remain fresh in my mind
though the faces are now vague.
The fun I had remains as fresh as ever
of the greatest holiday I ever had.
12 November 2008
poem by David Harris
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I Remember When
I remember when you was all mine
When ever you told me you loved me,
I believed you everytime you told me.
I remember when you promised me
That you would never leave me for my friend,
Then you did that behind my back.
I remember when we had our first kiss
Your lips was so soft and tender,
And I will always remember how they felt.
I remember when I first met you
I was walking in the hall on a Friday,
And I said hi and so did you.
I remember when you went with me to an appointment
And on our way home we was taking silly pictures,
Those memories was great I would love to relive that day.
I remember when you told me it was over
I remember the date March 22,2011
Of our seven month anniversty,
You told me we needed a brake for awhile
And we might get back together sooner or later.
I remember when I cried all night
Because I wanted you back.
poem by Kaitlynn Bradley
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before I sleep
What thing I should remember before I sleep?
Is it love that driving me like crazy
Or hate that consume me greedy
Is it a reason I should wake up in the morning
Or is it the cause I keep my eyes open
Is it hope that follows me in beautiful dream
Or is it despair responsible for my nightmare
Is it something important not to forget
Or is it something that annoys me so much
What thing I should remember before I close my eyes?
Is it the happy moment that happens on this day
Or embarrassing time I want to turn back again
Is it the list of activities I should accomplish tomorrow
Or a wandering thought of going nowhere
Is it the last thing I will remember in my life
Or I got the chance to change my mind
Nobody knows, oh, nobody will
I only wish that I’m blessed to remember the right one
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Looking Through The Window
I try to look away. I'm trying to forget those days, when the lights were a little more bright, when the sun smiled down upon me. I was so happy. But not now, not even with a pen. To write it away. What a game I play. Work to forget. Party with no regrets. Such a hypocrite, with all the words said. No going back. Their is no contract. I set them a fire so long ago. Do remember 96 and all the snow. We built our castles, with no idea of the hassles. It took so much so we could live comfortably. We didn't, we didn't, we didn't know. I wonder how it would have changed if I did. Could of, should of, would of is utter nonsense. Theirs a pile over there. Try not to stare or compare. So what if life isn't fair. Don't you dare. Such a hypocrite. Do the best you can. Damn them all. Don't let this be the cause of your fall. Walk that tight rope. Never look down. So full of hope. Hope gives the less fortunate the power to change everything. A voice is heard over, under societies reach. Tell me, tell me have you been here before? Tell me, tell me whats the score? How much is too much? Greed is factored by the necessity to live beyond ones means. What do you need to give. Everyone costantly is taking shots at you. Like you really know what your doing. Chooseing the forsaken over the forgiven. So be it. I hope one day you see it.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Acid Reflux Anyone
Larissa Schuster, she was the cause of her husband’s acid reflux,
In fact she had husband refluxed all over his body,
Her attitude for him did not come clean,
- that’s why she gave him an acid bath.
'So what’s to you, there nothing wrong with that',
she would have said,
'hydrochloric acid to be exact'.
Larissa Schuster was biochemist that used her balance of pH’s for murder.
She had to get rid of him,
she loathed him,
and she thought she would be free,
When her husband met the end.
Hydrochloric Acid is the same acid that we have in our stomachs,
But all the TUMS in the world could not have saved him.
Kind of gruesome,
to some,
- but not to her.
She will spend her life prison at taxpayer’s expense,
Too bad the gas chamber is outlawed-
Because the cyanide capsule is dropped to sulfuric bath,
She can be an experiment in the chamber,
Like she did to her husband,
She can feel her lungs melt and then justice will be served,
There is nothing wrong with that.
(12-18-2007)
poem by Joe Rosochacki
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Alone To Die By Yourself
I promised you I'd always be there
When you needed me most, you were all alone
How do I learn to live with the fact
I broke a promise I can't take back
Alone were you, in the cool morning air
Alone by yourself, through that aweful nightmare
Alone by yourself when you got taken from me
No one to hold your broken bones
No one to help you; you were alone, alone
With a mothers love I should have been there
To hold you through that aweful nightmare
Now that you're gone, I hate myself
I left you alone, to die by yourself
poem by Jeannie Schmidt
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Remember The 'Old' Days?
Remember the 'old' days,
When attempts were not made...
To manipulate legitimacy.
And people did deeds with merit,
To achieve their best to be correct.
With a doing of it without being tested,
By deceivers picking apart what had been done.
Just to prove they can devalue,
A quality of life for everyone.
Remember the 'old' days,
When expectations were raised high to reach?
Without a seeking them in gutters,
By those who had their druthers...
To share their findings with others.
Remember the 'old' days,
When people were not demanding...
Entitlements underserved.
Yet wanted them served in their opened hands.
Remember the 'old' days?
There are still many left who do.
With a yearning to earn what was given to them.
And respect and discipline was not forbidden then.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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