Everything's intentional. It's just filling in the dots.
quote by David Byrne
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Revered
They had no clue who they were!
And it was intentional.
They had no say in their destiny!
And it was intentional.
They were used to entertain.
And for social programs
Monitored and maintained!
They were treated as if they had no brains...
And THAT was intentional!
Stripped of titles and resources.
And it was intentional.
Treated with disrespect and like work horses.
And it was intentional!
Then one day a shift occurs...
And this process from them purged.
A reversal of fortune takes root and grows!
The oppressed no longer depressed,
By this suppression once imposed.
And it IS intentional...
No one mentions them now revered!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mr. Intentional
Mr. Intentional
YeahYeahYeahYeahYou see the road to hell is paved with good intentions/Can't you tell the way they have to mention/How they helped you out, you're such a hopeless victim/Please don't do me any favors, Mr. Intentional.
All their talk is seasoned to perfection/The road they walk commanding your affection/They need to be needed, deceived by motivation, an opportunity to further situation/Why they're so important is without explanation/Please don't patronize me, Mr. IntentionalOh
We give rise to ego, by being insecure/The advice that we go desperately searching for/the subconscious effort to support our paramour/Too engaged in denial, to admit we're immature/Validating lies, Mr. IntentionalOh
Open up your eyes, Mr. Intentional
Stuck in a system that seeks to suck your blood/Held emotionally hostage by what everybody does/ Counting all the money that you give them just because/Exploiting ignorance in the name of love/Stop before you drop because that's just the way it was/Please don't justify me, Mr. Intentional/So one-dimensional, Mr. Intentional
Don't you do me any favors
Wake up you've been sleeping, take up your bed and walk/Stop blaming other people, it's nobody else's fault/Accept the truth about you/You know that life goes on without you and Your expensive misinventions, disguising your intentions/Don't worship my hurt feelings, Mr. Intentional
See I know you can't help me, Mr. Intentional/The only help I need to live is unprofessional/The only wealth I have to give is not material/And if you need much more than that - I'm not available
Please don't entertain me, Mr. Intentional/I don't need your sympathy, Mr. Intentional/Stay away from me, Mr. Intentional/So one-dimensional, Mr. Promotional, Mr. Emotional, Mr. Intentional
song performed by by Lauryn Hill
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Latter Days
We
Are
Dots
And
We're
Beautiful
And
Funny
And
Good
We
Are
Dots
We
Are
Dots
We
Are
Loved
July 2012
poem by Judith Gerstenkorn
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I discovered about 150 dots is the minimum number of dots to make a specific recognizable person. You can make something that looks like a head, with fewer dots, but you won't be able to give much information about who it is.
quote by Chuck Close
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Filling Up With Heaven
Once there was a vision
Once there was a glow
Once there was a certainty
No chance could overthrow
Hope was scorched by summer
Crushed and beaten down
Once there was a winner
Now there was a clown
Without you life had seemed so
But now im
Filling up with heaven
Without you life had
Seemed so hostile
Filling up with heaven
But maybe with you its all worthwhile
Now Im filling up with heaven
No baby no baby no baby no
Filling up
No baby no baby baby baby no
Filling up
No baby no baby no baby no
No baby no baby baby baby no
All the fortune that my
Luck had brought
It couldnt even make me smile
Without you life had seemed so
A lonely hideaway my last resort
All achievement infantile
Now im
Filling up with heaven
Without you life had
Seemed so hostile
Filling up with heaven
But maybe with you its all worthwhile
Hey hey hey
As the years had passed by
I became more cynical
All the magic had died
My existence clinical
Ow ow ow ow
But now im
Filling up with heaven
Down down
Down down
Filling up
Without you life had
Seemed so hostile
Down down
Down down
Hey hey hey hey
Filling up with heaven
But maybe with you its all worthwhile
Woah woah woah woah
Now im
Filling up with heaven
Without you life had
Seemed so hostile
Down down
Down down
Filling up filling up
Filling up with heaven
But maybe with you its all worthwhile
Ow ow ow ow ow
Woah woah woah
Now im
Filling up with heaven
Without you life had seemed so
Hostile
Down down
Down down
Filling up with heaven
But maybe with you its all worthwhile
Hey hey hey hey
Without you life had
Seemed so hostile
Down down
Down down
Filling up
But maybe with you its all worthwhile
song performed by by Human League
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Tiny Words
Who am I?
What I am?
..dont really know..
Today right now
I think I feel to be
nothingness or
just a minuscule
dot
Almost invisible
in these immensities
can't see myself..
cannot find me..
but hey! ! guess what? !
other minuscule dot I hope
is out there thousand and
thousand miles away
this dot, it seems to me,
does
think and wonders.
of my minuscule heart
my thought my doing
Woww! Awww..
Isn't that amasing? !
here I am!
no more lost
These dots:
are never meant to see
or touch..
each are soo far away..
too far
still
soo close.. sometimes
they stretch a rope
from one to other
become more close
..by closing eyes..
dreaming of
touch smell taste
such a new feel
new spinning dance
new colours
amasingly the world around
transforms
everything
becomes soo small
reduced to dots
and so
two, three, millions dots
tinny, little.. quietly
just for a second. right
now
transform..
in one..
they grow and grow
what do I see
one very very biig big heart..
these dots..might bring
some drops
of happiness or sadness
what are these dots?
maybe, no more than
little tiny words..
poem by Elena Sandu
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See The Constellation
I lay my head on the railroad track
Stare at the sky all painted up
Your train is gone, wont be coming back
See the constellation ride across the sky
No cigar, no lady on his arm
Just a guy made of dots and lines
Just a guy made of dots and lines
Two years ago moved from my town
I was looking up past the city lights
But the city lights got in my way
See the constellation ride across the sky
No cigar, no lady on his arm
Just a guy made of dots and lines
Just a guy made of dots and lines
I found my mind on the ground below
I was looking down, it was looking back
I was in the sky all dressed in black
See the constellation ride across the sky
No cigar, no lady on his arm
Just a guy made of dots and lines
Just a guy made of dots and lines
Just a guy made of dots and lines
Can you hear what I see in the sky?
Can you hear what I see in the sky?
Can you hear what I see in the sky?
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The dial-a-song version:
I lay my head on the railroad track
Look at the sky all dressed in black
Your train is gone, wont be coming back
My lone constellation rides across the sky
No cigar, no lady on his arm
Just a guy made from dots and lines
Just a guy made from dots and lines
The city lights think nothings there
No real stars, nothings there
My lone constellation rides across the sky
No cigar, no lady on his arm
Just a guy made from dots and lines
Just a guy made from dots and lines
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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The arrowed face
Nowhere to put the medals I've got
Withered mornings flying under my foot-left foot
Elimination of intentional space
Elimination of intentional time
A show-case of blown faces
My Passion and Obsession
I never cheated you
Yes, by mistake I may have hurt you sometimes
Sometimes, it is
It was not intentional
Not intentional at all
My heart cries and bleeds
When I think of the thing, that you think
That my love was betrayal and nothing other than that.
How can I expand my expression towards your love?
As the words are pleading for love
I wish it was your love as I am still crazy for you
With all the passion of my heart
My emotions hold you as very dear
Still, my dearest love.
The blame game is over
As love is not a mere game
It is a passion, an obsession for me.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Is It True?
for after all
is it true that a good poem
does not teach?
or preach?
or even tell something
so important
is it true that it simply
makes you feel?
logic is for
mathematics and
any exhortation on
how we live
and why
must be archived
in the ethics department.
this one must make sense
in the color and in the scent
and in the sweetness
or bitterness of its
words
it is more of a comma
than a period,
and some dots,
lots of dots.......
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Leopard
Leopards with their spots
Four legged polka dots
Jaguars too have spots
Leopard have densely spots
Jaguars have central spots
You and I call them spots
But Zoologist calls them
'Rosettes' which doesn't rhyme with spots.
Better to call them 'spots'
because it rhymes with 'dots.'
An Outburst Of Feelings
when he takes in air, there is no thought of air
just air filling the emptiness of his lungs
air tasted by his nostrils air drifting on the linings of his esophagus
there is no discussion about what is air all about its color its angle
this is just air expanding and filling and cooling him
he sees more of air when he closes his eyes and be with air
united, immersed, entwined, amused, becoming so engrossed
there are no numbers nothing to calculate
there is this outburst of feelings of unknown emotions
life getting in like air, like water, like this lovely feeling
dripping, catching, drinking, savoring, filling, cooling....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Polka Dots & Moonbeams
This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the spirit album, and has also been released on the reflections and the country roads collection albums.
A country dance was being held in a garden
I felt a bump and heard an oh, beg your pardon
Suddenly I saw polka dots and moonbeams
All around a pug-nosed dream
The music started and was I the perplexed one
I held my breath and said may I have the next one
In my frightrnrd arms, polka dots and moonbeams
Sparkled on a pug-nosed dream
There were questions in the eyes of other dancers
As we floated over the floor
There were questions but my heart knew all the answers
And perhaps a few things more
Now in a cottage made of lilacs and laughter
I know the meaning of the words ever after
And Ill always see polka dots and moonbeams
When I kiss my pug-nosed dream
Words by johnny burke, music by jimmy van heusen
song performed by by John Denver
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Above The Shed On The Winter Porch
Above the shed, the winter porch
a young wild dove
continually calls its mate
and when the door slides open
I see dots on its breast
and at the pond it quenches its thirst
and I see dots
and I see dots
that shines; when it is frightened it becomes sullen.
Above the shed, the winter porch
the oak tree rustles
and then my mother coughs badly from croup
where sometimes she sits and dream
as the sunshine flames up hot
and I watch her caringly
as the sunshine flames up
as the sunshine flames up
as if a field fire runs past.
Above the shed, the winter porch
a swarm of swallows peck,
sometimes doves land in a group,
and at times I hear my mother sneezing
while I am caught with a kind of hope,
but I know that time is running out
while I am caught,
while I am caught
and my life at times feels sold out.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Beautiful Flower
The most beautiful flower
filling my senses with passion
overflowing my being with plenty
pulling away my pain
filling my emptiness with cool water
joining my soul without reason
I can feel the sweet taste of love embracing my heart
to touch this most beautiful flower
filling my senses with warmth
pulling the harsh cold snow from my heart
overflowing my eyes with sunbeams of hope
between my mind and my dreams...
I caress this flower, this most beautiful flower
filling my thoughts with daydreams of reality
opening my eyes to the greatest truth
this most beautiful flower.
poem by John Earing
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Polka Dots And Moon Beams
(BurkeVan Heusen)
A country dance was being held in a garden. I felt a bump and heard an "Oh, beg you pardon."
Suddenly I saw polka dots and moonbeams all around a pug-nosed dream.
The music started and was I the perplexed one.
I held my breath and said "May I have the next one?"
In my frightened arms, polka dots and moonbeams sparkled on a pug-nosed dream.
There were questions in the eyes of other dancers as we floated over the floor.
There were questions but my heart knew all the answers and perhaps a few things more.
Now in a cottage made of lilacs and laughter, I know the meaning of the words "ever after."
And I'll always see polka dots and moonbeams when I kiss my pug-nosed dream.
There were questions in the eyes of other dancers as we floated over the floor.
There were questions but my heart knew all the answers and perhaps a few things more.
Now in a cottage made of lilacs and laughter, I know the meaning of the words "ever after."
And I'll always see polka dots and moonbeams when I kiss my pug-nosed dream,
when I kiss my pug-nosed dream.
song performed by by John Denver
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Women's Greatest Assets
Voluptuous, round, soft, and plump,
Breasts- the ultimate source of pleasure
For babies and for men, alike.
Babies, burying their heads in their mama’s bosoms,
Say bye bye to dangers, say bye bye to insecurities,
They wrap their plump lips around the little pink dots.
And voilà, they suck!
Sfuuuuuuuup~ sfuuuuuuup~
Slurrrrrrrrrrp~ slurrrrrrrrrp~
Hunger, desire, yearning,
Lust (in its most primitive form) ,
Overwhelm these babies, as they suck fervently
On the little pink dots of their mama.
Men, placing their hands on their women’s bosoms,
Say bye bye to self-discipline, say bye bye to dignity,
They circle their fingers around the little pink dots.
And voilà, they caress!
Shhhhhhhhhh~ chhhhhhhhh~
Shhhhhhhhhh~ chhhhhhhhh~
Hunger, desire, yearning,
Lust (in its most mature form) ,
Overwhelm these men, as they caress passionately
Around the little pink dots of their women.
Voluptuous, round, soft, and plump,
Breasts- the ultimate source of pleasure
For babies and for men, alike.
poem by Irene Pang
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Hark, It's Green!
Few evenings before
It's all dry branches
I even counted them
As a doctor while reading an x-ray
The koel too settled uneasily on them
The next morning
I could recognize though hazily
Small dots of green
The koel pecking at
Lo, the following morning
The denuded tree
Through my window
Turned green overnight!
What more,
It now also has a sack of honey bees
Securely clinging to it
The incessant cooing
Lightening the drab campus
And filling my ears
Now, today when my inadvertent eyes
Lifted up, they felt confused
As if looking at a queer object
The alphabet is too inadequate
To paint that unique green
In richness of its colour!
There, do you hear
The merry cooing, my friend…?
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Water Water
water is like God
there is no taste no nothng
but you feel the whole
thing invigorating your system
filling it up with all goodness
not one dropp wasted
you feel God filling you up
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Love will soon be here
a dark mist falls across the land,
haunting all that it passes,
filling them with dread and hope,
that love will soon be here.
a raindropp falls on a child's face,
mixing with his falling tears,
filling him with dread and hope,
that love will soon be here.
as she covers it with makeup,
she has accepted the pain,
filing her with dread and hope,
that love will soon be here.
as i stare at the moon,
it shines just for me,
filling me with dread and hope,
that love will soon be here.
poem by Alexandra Puddle
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