Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows.
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The Pull of Illusion
the colours are the same
the sights are the same
so are the smells
and the sounds too
can there be any difference
between sunrise and sunset?
between day and night?
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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I didn't know then that I would never be able to leave the sounds and smells of these sights behind me, but I was fiercely conscious of one thing-my ambition.
quote by Emanuel Celler
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I Still Dream
I still dream of Rome
The sights and smells
of an acient city
I still dream of London
The joy and discovery
that ultimatly entagled me
I still experience this pull
To escape my confines
and feel my wings
It grows stronger with
every moment and
consumes all things
I still dream of running
and disappearing
but now with you.
poem by Samantha Williams
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Big Town
I discovered a big town
On the crest of a wave
Throwing money at strangers
Taking candy from babes
Shaking hands in a big top
As the rain came down
I though it would not stop
Sending letters to paris
From the empire state
Taking pictures from the top
Theres alot of things
For you to do
Theres alot of dreams
That wont come true
I grew up in a big town
The lessons were not hard to learn
If you want them to love you
Then you must not love them in return
Spent the night at a party
Where I drank so much
I fell under your spell
Eight oclock in the morning
And the daylight makes me
Look and feel like hell
Theres alot of things
For you to do
Theres alot of dreams
That wont come true
Theres alot of things
For you to do
Theres alot of dreams
That wont come true
When you live in a big town
There are sights and sounds
That make you want to cry
When you live in a big town
There are sights and sounds
That make you want to cry
When you live in a big town
There are sights and sounds
That make you want to cry
When you live in a big town
There are sights and sounds
That make you want to cry
song performed by by Omd
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Look Down
by Carole King & Toni Stern
I'm holding my hand out, keeping my head high,
Trying to get out of mechanical nights,
When I get to the top of the clear, crystal mountain,
I'm going to stay up there as long as I can.
And look down,
Dig in the sights all around,
Listen to all of the sounds and look down,
And look down and look in.
And my mind sends me reeling, breathing and feeling,
I remember the time when I tried to come clean,
But my interests collided, besides I was misguided,
And who do you confide in when you trip on a dream?
And look down,
Dig in the sights all around,
Listen to all of the sounds and look down,
And look down and look in.
If you want to come with me and tell me what you see,
Just step in beside me and do what you want,
And you may see clearly, though it sometimes is lonely,
To be free is the only possession that counts.
I'm holding my hand out, I'm keeping my head high,
Trying to get out of mechanical nights,
When I get to the top of the clear, crystal mountain,
I'm going to stay up there as long as I can.
Dig in the sights all around,
Listen to all of the sounds and look down,
And look down,
And look down,
And look down,
Look down,
Look down,
Look down,
Hold on, I'm coming.
song performed by by Monkees
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It Smells Like Rain
It smells like rain
filling the air
before the first drops break
in quiet splashes on the river.
It smells like rain
musty and fresh at once
warning the birds
to go home.
And the rain comes
water on water
cool rush of sound
quieting insects
teasing fish
drenching boaters
surprised by the storm.
It smells like rain
It sounds like rain
It looks like rain, now
I’ll go outside
and feel the rain.
Hell. I’ll be the rain.
poem by Robert Fort
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Childhood Memories Sung to the Tune of Shawnee West Franklin Bison Blues
Some people have a childhood garden
Filled with green and growing things
Some people have a childhood garden
Filled with purple peonies
Mine is sere
Throughout the year
Nothing grows here
Some people have a childhood rainbow
A sea of colors all aglow
Some people have a childhood rainbow
Red to violet in a row
Mine is gray
Bow of clay
Without a ray
Some people have a childhood temple
Covered with a million treasured dreams
Some people have a childhood temple
A sunny Wat of Gods and kings
Mine is plain
Squats in the rain
Functional 'n sane
Where childhood memories abound
Life flows vividly around
Where childhood memories have fled
Hearts lie dead
Dark Cold Sound
A dark cold sound...
A dark cold sound tears the life I'm given
Ignite the vision
The vision that brought cold wind against my childhood soul.
The root of unspoken fear
The root grows deep in my heart
A dark cold sound tears at my life
Over and over...
The time when rest is as distant as childhood
When I knew peace
The time when I was happy
The time when I knew peace
Before it came after me
It's coming after me
A dark cold sound
song performed by by Zao from Liberate Te Ex Inferis
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Is It My Name?
There is cause and effect
Theres a reason Im so erect
Theres last night and theres today
Theres a reason you feel this way
Is it my name?
Dont miss the boat barry, dont miss the plane
I dont think I can make this scene again
Why dont you love me?
Is it my name?
All the lies, all the truth,
All the things that I offer you
All the sights, all the sounds
All the times that you turn me down
Is it my name?
My voice goes so high you would think I was gay
But I play my guitar in such a man-cock way
Why dont you love me?
It is my name?
You only love me for my machine
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Speeches that are measured by the hour will die with the hour.
quote by Thomas Jefferson
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Hey Bulldog
Sheepdog
Standing in the rain,
Bullfrog
Doing it again
Some think that happinness is measured out in years
You don't know what it's like to listen to your fears
Child-like
No one understands,
Jack knife
In your sweaty hands,
Some think that happiness is measured out in miles
What makes you think you're something special when you smile
You can talk to me, if you're lonely you can talk to me
Big man
Walking in the park
Whigwam
Frightened of the dark
Some think that happiness is measured out in you
You think you know me but you haven't got a clue
You can talk to me, if you're lonely you can talk to me
song performed by by Beatles
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France is for Lovers
It's Paris in the Springtime
as the fluers de lis flower
Singing hymns to the fresh new floral scents.
Paintings hang in the monuments
to great men and their moments
showing oils and acrylics trapping hymns.
And that architectural marvel that is called the Eiffel Tower
towers over sights and smells and sounds of spring.
It is here that you lay your head to rest now.
It is here that you bring other heads to rest.
It is in Paris in the Springtime that is for lovers.
And if I could afford the plane ticket over
you would have to see me regardless
of all the child support you try to make me pay.
poem by John W. McEwers
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Childhood smells of perfume and brownies.
quote by David Leavitt
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I Love....
i love...
that's the reason i walk,
the reason i breathe.
the reason i grieve.
the reason i dance.
the reason i smile.
the reason i listen.
the reason i offer a hand.
the reason i see beauty.
the reason i see both darkness,
and light....
the reason i take chances.
the reason i keep going.
the reason i get angry.
the reason i forgive.
the reason i touch.
the reason i question.
the reason i believe.
the reason i am tolerant.
the reason i understand.
the reason i fall.
the reason i fly.
the reason i write...
the reason i am what i am!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Gash
Is that gash in your leg
Really why you have stopped?
?Cause I've noticed all the others
Though they're gashed, they're still going
?Cause I feel like the real reason
That you're quitting, that you're admitting
That you've lost all the will to battle on
Will the fight for our sanity
Be the fight of our lives?
Now that we've lost all the reasons
That we thought that we had
Still the battle that we're in
Rages on till the end
With explosions, wounds are open
Sights and smells, eyes and noses
But the thought that went unspoken
Was understanding that you're broken
Still the last volunteer battles on
Battles on
Battles on
song performed by by Flaming Lips
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My Childhood Garden
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
lush and green
it was so happy it made me scream
my joy and hopes
and all my mopes
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
with the ups and downs
when i jumped i could not touch the ground
with my purle ponys
it made it homey
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
flying high
with the little lies
the grass fine
up in the sky my kite
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
now in the past
i now know that it can never last
now as i get taller
it was differnt when i was smaller
my childhood garden
poem by Danielle Eager
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The World's Twilight
The hour has come.
What hour?
The two worlds are combining
What worlds?
The worlds of light and dark
Somethings are only visible in the dark or light
The dark, heartless people can't survive in the light
the heartless are trying to kill you,
run to the light
No light may shine on it.
Any lit room is safe
protect your light
Watch your light
let it burn in the night
expect the unexpected
The hour has come
What hour?
Light and dark are combining
Its the hour of Twilight
A very scary and gloomy sight to see
escepially when someone takes it away.
Every world is cut in half
It has a light side and a dark side
Choose what side you will be on.
Always watch your light
poem by Natalie Vail
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Hippocampus
The sights,
the smells,
the sounds
that rumble my memories,
shaking me from the musty roots
of my buried senses,
that rattle
my epistemic indifference
to a vivid blur of remembrance…
I can recall
where I had been,
perhaps only in a dream,
by electrical signals lodged
deep in my brain,
microscopic, chemical explosions—
carefully placed, firing
between synapses—
in my hippocampus…
Reliving lost time
and existing again
where only nostalgia
can salvage
the lingering thoughts,
an open diapason
that fluidly resonates
the forgotten timbres
of the past…
Tasting something,
hearing a song,
whatever…
retraces the world that
tumbles over itself
and into this one,
and I feel calm
seeing it once again,
even if it is only a mirage…
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Extreme Unction
Upon the eyes, the lips, the feet,
On all the passages of sense,
The atoning oil is spread with sweet
Renewal of lost innocence.
The feet, that lately ran so fast
To meet desire, are soothly sealed;
The eyes, that were so often cast
On vanity, are touched and healed.
From troublous sights and sounds set free;
In such a twilight hour of breath,
Shall one retrace his life, or see,
Through shadows, the true face of death?
Vials of mercy! Sacring oils!
I know not where nor when I come,
Nor through what wanderings and toils,
To crave of you Viaticum.
Yet, when the walls of flesh grow weak,
In such an hour, it well may be,
Through mist and darkness, light will break,
And each anointed sense will see.
poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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Growth or decay?
‘From hour to hour we ripe and ripe;
From hour to hour we rot and rot.’
The time spent grows and the time left shrinks.
Do we undergo growth or decay?
08.07.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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