I'd like to levitate.
quote by Rupert Grint
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Levitate Me
Give me help
Give me help
You can... levitate me
Then take off them rings
Off them hose
Levitate me
Higher place
Levitate me
Elevator lady (4x)
Lady levitate me
If all in all is true (3x)
If all is true
Wont you please fawn over me (4x)
Shaky shake... shakey
Levitate me
Come on pilgrim
You know he loves you
Levitate me
Higer place
Levitate me
He kicked a baby
Elevator lady (3x)
Lady
Elevator lady
Lady. lady. levitate me
If all in all is true (3x)
If all is true
Wont you please run over me (5x)
Me, me, me, me, ...
song performed by by Pixies
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I meditate and do yoga. I sit cross-legged and try not to levitate too much.
quote by Jeremy Brett
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Now I Can Die
he takes me everywhere he goes and he goes everywhere he
likes to try on all my clothes but not my underwear and he
never hates me just wants to levitate me now i know the
secret of the world i am the girl and he is the guy i never dared
to be simple and wise he opened up my eyes i understand
everything and now i can die he gives me everything he's got
and he's got everything he calls me on the phone a lot he's
got a special ring yeah he really loves me sweethearts and
turtledoves me now i know the meaning of that word i'm not
trying to say that i don't want to live 'cause i do i've got more
to take i've got some more to give you know i do but if
tomorrow my number should be called i won't be sad i won't
feel bad at all
song performed by by Nina Gordon from Tonight And The Rest Of My Life
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Interpolations
It was the hiatus
that underlying silence
of which I was hearing the voices.
There was nothing left to be said.
I wanted to levitate in void
to unlearn what I understood.
Why the distance interpolates
between the guilt and acceptance?
Leaves are falling in different colors.
Time avenges, burns the grass,
the lips, the retina,
the black walls and white numbers.
Inner peace will return
on the ashes of fallen trees.
Life will resume another journey.
poem by Satish Verma
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Another Journey
It was the hiatus
that underlying silence
of which I was hearing the voices.
There was nothing left to be said.
I wanted to levitate in void
to unlearn what I understood.
Why the distance interpolates
between the guilt and acceptance?
Leaves are falling in different colors.
Time avenges, burns the grass,
the lips, the retina,
the black walls and white numbers.
Inner peace will return
On the ashes of fallen trees.
Life will resume another journey.
poem by Satish Verma
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Sonnet- The World Today(3)
The world around look so topsy-turvy!
Nothing is permanent or ultimate;
Gone are the days of dropsy and scurvy;
Now people think they can all levitate.
And politics invades all other fields;
Most nations are riddled by corruption;
Black-money, clout and ‘goondas’ power wields;
Nothing happens by mere assumption.
Red-tapism has people on their knees;
Professionals have been much humbled oft;
Both individuals and nations have no peace;
To acts of injustice, God appears soft!
O God, when will an order new set in?
When will all earthlings shun away from sin?
poem by John Celes
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Nervous & Weird
You know I want to be the way you want me to
Big hearted and tall enough to cover you
I would break in half if you said it loud
Splinter out of myself just like mercury
I think its better now than how it used to be
You were lying in bed and I would levitate
I think its better here, than where we used to be
I wish I could go out into the oregon sun=85 to be alive in the day
I would smile at everyone
I remember you back in 83 you were dressing insane
You were my everything you were so different from all those other girls
A blind electra in drag so cool and casually lame
I think Im better now than how I used to be
Always nervous and weird, scared most of the time
I think its better now than how it used to be
Always up in the night afraid to live in the day afraid of being afraid
Now I sit alone when youre not around
I read aloud just to hear a friendly voice
I see you scary dolls they always look at me
=46rom the corner of my eyes I see them shake their heads
You know I want to be the way you me to
Big hearted and tall enough to cover you
I wish I could go out just to be alive in the day
song performed by by Everclear
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Ban Ki Moon
Ban Ki Moon is on top of the moon he flops
From this wine splashed peace conference
To the next lopsided peace conference
Where Ban Ki Moon is you're sure for sure
To find old gray bearded silly Kofi Annan
Where Moon sips sake under the banyan tree
You'll find Annan under the baobao tree
They preach a lot of baseless senselessness
The world wants to drink from the cup of peace
Under Moon it gets the broken bones of Iraqi kids
Ban Ki Moon and Kofi Annan...they so levitate
Between decision and indecision it's crazy madly
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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Sleep Waltz
for MCW
Get old enough so you won't have much to fear.
By then, the music plays inside your head
and everything beautiful must be learned by ear.
In the bathroom mirror I behold my wear and tear.
In our bedroom I try to levitate in bed.
Get old enough so you won't have much to fear.
Meanwhile, my son at six wants to keep me near
and we sing together every night head to head.
So everything beautiful must be learned by ear.
His father's tunes, though, will one day disappear
beyond today's routines and daily bread.
But get old enough so you won't have much to fear.
Remembering my mother was my first career
and the songs surrounding her on which I fed,
knowing everything beautiful must be learned by ear.
We may waltz in the kitchen now, my dear,
or dance out of time in our sleep instead.
Get old enough so you have nothing left to fear.
Everything beautiful must be learned by ear.
[from The Drift of Things, The Figures Press, 2001]
http://www.terencewinch.com
poem by Terence Winch
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Nervous & Weird
You know i want to be
The way you want me to
Big hearted and tall enough to cover you
I would break in half
If you said it loud splinter out of myself
Just like mercury
I think it's better now,
Than how it used to be
You were lying in bed and i would levitate
I think it's better here,
Than where we used to be
I wish i could go out into the oregon sun. . .
To be alive in the day. . .
I would smile at everyone
I remember you
Back in '83
You were dressing insane
You were my everything
You were so different
From all those other girls
A blind electra in drag
So cool and casually lame
I think i'm better now
Than how i used to be
Always nervous and weird
Scared most of the time
I think it's better now
Than how it used to be
Always up in the night
Afraid to live in the day
Afraid of being afraid
Afraid to live in the day
Afraid of being afraid
I sit alone
When your not around
I read aloud just to hear a friendly noise
I see your scary dolls
They always look at me
From the corner of my eyes
I see them shake their heads
You know i want to be
The way you want me to
Big hearted and tall enough to cover you
I want to be
The way you want me to
I wish i could go out just to be alive in the day
To be alive in the day
To be alive in the day
To be alive in the day
song performed by by Everclear
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Sky Of Heaven
My wing like shoulders were devoted to a knowledge of collection,
Tender and holy, the flight made contact with proper manufacture;
Ladies denied the tactics of the sisters, pounds of money offered
The men with wings but nobody felt satisfied with dollars.
The current prize shouted for horror assessing the honour,
This honourable person of religion flew higher than a bird of prey;
The people swayed in flight as the shoulders of a wing like nature
Welcomed courage to the air, bravery was full to the brim.
They are not books or religion entirely,
But they fly and levitate like no other person flies
Or rises into the collapsed sky of heaven.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Throw Away Your Television
Throw away your television
Time to make this clean decision
Master waits for it's collision now
It's a repeat of a story told
It's a repeat and it's getting old
Throw away your television
Make a break big intermission
Recreate your super vision now
It's a repeat of a story told
It's a repeat and it's getting old
[Chorus:]
Renegades with fancy gauges
Slay the plague for it's contagious
Pull the plug and take the stages
Throw away your television now
Throw away your television
Take the noose off your ambition
Reinvent your intuition now
It's a repeat of a story told
It's a repeat and it's getting old
[Chorus]
Throw away your television
Salivate to repetition
Levitate this ill condition now
It's a repeat
song performed by by Red Hot Chili Peppers from By The Way
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Obeah Healer
"Obiman" (a shaman) lives in Cuba;
Who can levitate and walk on water
Taught herbs n' healing by "Annuba"
A mermaid who gave him a daughter
Obiman's blood remembers "Mu"
Ancient homeland lost 'neath the sea
Volcanoes n' earthquakes left no clue
'Cept the highest peaks, Hawaii to Fiji
A few souls survived on "Easter Island"
Another peak of land above the waves
Living with stone sentries buried in sand
To despair n' isolation they were slaves
The magic of Mu in Obiman still thrives
In 100 years he's saved a thousand lives
ROTMS
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Heart Take
How much can my heart take when the heartache weighs it down?
I am so close to heartbreak that my heart and lungs could drown!
I am so close to dying of the pain that never ends...
And so, what use is crying... or the comfort of my friends?
To God I turn for reasons! Yes, I need an answer why...
I've seen unpleasant seasons and His blessings pass me by!
I've felt death's presence touch me! I've heard its loathsome laugh!
I wonder will it budge me? Will it bring my epitaph?
To God I seem to gravitate... or levitate above...
To God, the Father of my fate, the Lord I serve and love...
Yet will He answer truly? Or keep His silence still?
Make me humble not unruly... though I'll grumble while I'm ill...
The stars can't tell me slowly, nor the planets, sun and moon...
Does God still want to know me? How I yearn to hear Him soon!
If I have sinned, forgive me... If I have harmed, be kind...
I plead, Lord, stay here with me! Or let my life unwind...
Lord, I need to get an answer, otherwise my heart will break!
Though what happens must occur, just how much can my heart take?
poem by Denis Martindale
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Shopping Trolley
I am a shopping trolley.
I am hooked on pushers
They strip the shelves like locusts.
Bikers zoom me round with granite fists
Pensioners slump over me like caterpillars
Babies are dumped in me like pupae
I whizz through plastic jungles of bananas
To the surprisingly friendly cackle of plastic hens
I am a shopping trolley I am heavily into Zen.
I am a metal meditator
One day I may levitate
Over the drinks aisle
Frightening the alkies.
I am a water carrier,
This bottle on my spars
Contains the following:
(Please read before swallowing)
Calcium quinine magnesium
Chloride sodium potassium
Sulphate nitrate
If you've a dicky prostate
Avoid this mineral water at all costs.
It harbours aluminium and iron
The ideal drink for
Thirsty horse shoes
Parched park railings
Dehydrated nests of non-stick pans
poem by Sheena Blackhall
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Rite to Spring
Spring awakes,
A free descent,
From unforeseen heights,
As virgin sunbeams,
Carve their path,
To the yawning sprouts;
Even the scrambling fauna;
Guarding the heavenly bed,
Of a crowded thicket;
As souls levitate, from an icy hibernation;
As the senses germinate,
To the resonating melodies,
Of cardinals and mockingbirds,
Stamping their rite to spring.
Amidst this extravaganza of color,
In the serenity of the luscious thicket;
A quilt cover stumps long blades of meadow grass;
As two burgeoning souls playfully merge,
In to a fusion masterpiece, a caramel mural,
Showcasing their birth glory;
Melting in to each other's warmth;
Like a luscious coat of virgin snow;
Thawing to the falling sunbeams;
Unblemished white metamorphosing,
To an infinite spectrum of the color of love.
Of what beauty a quilt in spring bestows;
Two souls dethroning themselves,
In an earthly sacrifice of a birth rite;
To embrace their magical rite
The rite to spring.
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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Maple Syrup
The seepage of syrup, from boughs of Maple trees
Sweet treacle sapped, from beneath the arctic snow cover
Reservoirs of a timeless sweetness
Perpetuating to taste buds of cynical humans
Yet, beneath the cynicism and gloom
Of lips rendered bitter by the atrocities of human deed
Beneath this snow-cover of misdeed draping the bed of civilization
There is a soulful man searching for redemption
Atonement for the wayward soul
For the prodigious has metamorphosed to the prodigal
To embrace the mortality of falling, man's eternal waltz with sin
Yet, a copious wealth of sweetness exist
Deep in the erect boughs of man, the heart oozing with syrup
To be tapped like maple exude, to be tasted for deliverance
The soul, a time keeper for absolution
To embrace the emancipation of charitable deed
To soar to the heavens with the wings of your conscience
To levitate in the lightness of an atoned heart
To reap the sweetness of human endeavor
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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Surrealism of Liberty
Open your eyes
Connect to your fellow man, me Dili
A quenched soul, parched of steadfast hope
Filth of the man that used to walk the soil
With a bounce in his steps, the gait of a free eland
Yet, the winds flurried my essence
The sun evaporated my soul
A lion's roar transformed to a squeal of a yard mouse
A day sleeper, a bat stripped bare of echo-location
Bouncing from tree to tree, erect corpses
Deaf to the echoes of my screeching lungs
Gasping for air, as the heart labors in to the dire depths
Of an agonizing slumber, awaiting a winter's hibernation
For the rupture of vessels, as pirouetting blades of apathy
Carve open the crumbling heart in its final stance
As my pillows of freedom, my sheets of privacy
Were stripped off the cradle of my life
As I, an innocent baby feeding on the buxom bosoms of mother earth
Await a call from the convivial heavens, to levitate
To embrace a kingdom where freedom flows in tidal magnitudes
To walk again, in no man's shadow, in no satellite's path of site
To embrace the surrealism of a timeless liberty
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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Kite Runner
A kite flutters over yonder
On a perfect Azure-draped skyline
Akin to the gossamer wings of a frolicking butterfly
Carving its path, flapping like a renegade contraption
Blending in to unforeseen heights
Plummeting in to somersaults,
Tumbling and dipping in a haphazard trajectory
Cavorting on the playground of the Gods
All this, strung to a lonely piece of cord
Masterminded by a giant in heart's labor
A lonely kite runner holding the precious reel
Standing on one foot, harvesting an Epicurean ataraxia
The poise of a flamingo, yet the heart of a lion
With a smirk on his juvenile visage, a yellow hibiscus in full bloom
Holding the fate of his flying wonder, in his bare open palms
A miracle of biblical proportions, earmarked with a Houdini signature
Where the swindle of life by a boundless viral villain......
Wispier than a hummingbird feather, was overcome,
To master the rampaging waves in the story of his life
To conquer a handicap of Everestian proportions
To levitate to the lofty heights of a kite runner
As the perfect symbiosis of man and toy
Bloomed in to an unlikely story of legends
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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Eternity
My lips caress your unblemished front
Shrouding your oceans of intelligence
I descend to your lines of
Perfect symmetry
Enchanting in their movements
A pair of waves in their ever-dazzling flow
Rich in emotion
In exuberance…..
Even in melancholy……
And the infinity of possibilities in between
My eyes are locked in an eternal gaze
As my lips slowly move to graze
The contours of your gateways to the world
The doorways to an infinity of love, of empathy, of kindness, of honesty
That very few ever feel
But I do……., I do my love
I am captivated by your superabundance of raw emotion
My lips feel your generosity……I can taste your conscience
I reach down to embrace the zenith of your oasis
I feel you exhale…….
Your oxygen that I live on……every second, every minute, in every lifetime
I respire your beauty within
A breath of life that reaches the follicles, fingers and toes alike
I levitate in the buoyancy of your beauty
I am an angel on earth with invisible wings
Lifted by you
My goddess
My immortal obsession
My lips slowly descend to yours
In those seconds of eternity
I am omniscient ……….of you
Your wealth of selflessness
I am God for a fleeting moment
Take me my love on that endless journey
To nowhere……. only we know
I know your visage completely…….
Every line, every angle, every spot of perfection
But I don't know who you are……Alas I'm a blind man searching for eternity
Who are you my love?
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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