Anyway, so what he did was, he spread sheets for 100 yards and underneath them he'd put things so there were bumps and different levels and on top he'd put little bushes and if you didn't look to close, it looked like snow!
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Song Of The Evergreens
Listen to the briskly whistling winter evergreen
Whispering through the frozen morning light
And tell me whats to come
Saying my time is near
Never fear
I close each year
Im winter
Reminding me to trade my t-shirts for my woven wools
Trade my sandals for my skis
Whispered warnings in the wind
Saying soon come the dancing snowflakes
Theyre kissing every tree
Theyre kissing you and me
Please hurry
Falling
Dazzling dancing diamonds from the sky
Prisms
Rainbow sparkled flurries in our eyes
Whipping across the frozen crystal meadow
Pond of ice
Race the snow
Well build a warming fire there
And cuddle close and wine and dine
The setting sun
The morning light will find us high
Shooting down the glistening mountain side
Screaming through the whispering pines
The freedom of each day
Will cleanse our minds
I can hardly wait for winter
I can hardly wait for the snow
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song performed by by Chicago
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Moonbeam Levels
Yesterday I tried 2 write a novel but I didn't know where 2 begin
So I laid down in the grass tryin' 2 feel the world turn
Boy loses girl in a rain storm, nuclear World War III
All that's left is pain and sorrow, as far as he's concerned
CHORUS:
He says please send all your moonbeam levels 2 me
Please send all your moonbeam levels 2 me
Please send all your moonbeam levels 2 me
I'm lookin' 4 a better place 2 die
Maybe he's lookin' 4 a different world
Maybe he's lookin' 4 a brand new high
Maybe he would like a nice condo overlookin' the rings of Saturn
Maybe he wants affection instead of a plastic life
Maybe he doesn't know what he wants at all
CHORUS
A newborn child knows nothing of destruction
Nothing of love and hate
What happens in between is a mystery
Because we don't give a damn about his fate
He said he'll never keep diaries 2 learn from his mistakes
Instead he'll just repeat all the good things that he's done
Fight 4 perfect love until it's perfect love he makes
When he's happy then his battle will be won (It's never 2 late)
Please send all your moonbeam levels 2 me
(Send your.. send 2 me)
Please send all your moonbeam levels 2 me
(Send your levels 2 me)
Please send all your moonbeam levels 2 me
(Sending me your.. send 2 me)
I'm lookin' 4 a better place 2 die (Better place 2 die)
Please send all your moonbeam levels 2 me (Oh yeah!)
Please send all your moonbeam levels 2 me {x2}
He don't, he don't, he don't really wanna die
He don't wanna, he don't wanna, he don't wanna die {x2}
He don't really wanna die
song performed by by Prince
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To Pee and Review
On the surface,
We are close!
Friends mostly,
Out of necessity!
And for years...
It has been like this.
Our different points of views were missed!
Adrift in the air somewhere!
Caring...
Out of necessity.
Sharing...
Out of necessity.
Nudging each other to prejudge another!
Out of necessity!
And today our depths of thought,
Are on levels distant from seeing eye to eye.
Remember when we tried that...?
And I made you cry because 'you' asked for honesty?
And I didn't lie,
I was always me!
Believing we had each other's back!
And when you did that,
I was caught off track.
In fact...
I knew then we were in separate 'stations'
Traveling in the same direction,
But on different schedules!
Somehow...
We didn't allow each other a 'pitstop'!
To check things out!
'To pee and review'!
Getting real with our findings.
To return to discuss them with each other!
'Can we do that now? '
Where should we start?
We can either begin this ride together...again!
But this time,
Let's not take the scenic route!
That way didn't do anything for either one of us!
A memorable 'trip' requires the kind of adventure,
We obviously didn't share!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If you look at the 19 hijackers who came to the United States in Sept. 11 to commit those acts, if you'd looked at them before they got onto a plane, you could probably say the same thing. There were various levels of expertise, various levels of competence.
quote by Robert Mueller
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Underneath
Not engaged or devoted,
To that which makes someone happy...
Leads that person to hang on to the hopes,
That impressed neighbors will find their external images,
Shown...
Will ignite successful conversation on surfaced levels.
Even though they are disliked behind shut doors.
It is underneath...
One feels untouched.
It is underneath...
No depth is reached.
And it is underneath one keeps the re-creation,
Of intended pretentions.
As if this is sought by one who seeks.
As if in the doing...
One is not exposed!
And it is kept underneath,
One's true feelings...
Which are chosen to remain standoffish,
Distant, cold and left closed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gipsies
The snow falls deep; the forest lies alone;
The boy goes hasty for his load of brakes,
Then thinks upon the fire and hurries back;
The gipsy knocks his hands and tucks them up,
And seeks his squalid camp, half hid in snow,
Beneath the oak which breaks away the wind,
And bushes close in snow-like hovel warm;
There tainted mutton wastes upon the coals,
And the half-wasted dog squats close and rubs,
Then feels the heat too strong, and goes aloof;
He watches well, but none a bit can spare,
And vainly waits the morsel thrown away.
Tis thus they live--a picture to the place,
A quiet, pilfering, unprotected race.
poem by John Clare
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Snow
Early in the morning, I stood at at my window
In my flat in a Chicago suburb,
And was delighted to see the snow
Gracefully descending on earth.
Fascinated I looked on,
As a carpet of powder white
Noiselessly spread on the ground.
Trees with outstretched arms, a pretty sight.
The memories of Christmas back home
Flashed across my mind,
How we went of to sleep in the hope,
That Santa Claus would come at night.
I snapped out of my reverie,
And pulled out my muffler and coat.
Excited like a child, in a hurry
Put on my gloves and boots.
As I rushed out
Of the warmth of my room,
To feel the snow in my hair
Chill crept down to my bones.
I made a Snow man
And aimed snowballs at no one.
For sometime I think then
I felt I was not alone.
In an alien land,
Thousands of miles away from home,
I didn’t feel sad,
It was cold but I felt warm.
The view was straight out of a picture book.
My boots had sunk into the snow.
I couldn’t take my eyes off and just looked,
And marvelled at nature’s show.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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I just felt like reflecting on my junior year, when I didn't know what I was doing, I left a lot of stuff out there. Actually, I gained close to 700 yards more and I took myself out of a lot of games.
quote by Marcus Allen
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Keep five yards from a carriage, ten yards from a horse, and a hundred yards from an elephant; but the distance one should keep from a wicked man cannot be measured.
Bad Day Fever
There is no bad day
It is the time when some bad things happened
and we let ourself down
Thinking it's bad
Yes, it's bad and nothing gonna change this day
to be the worst day in your life
You didn't count the time when you sleep and wake up
You didn't count wasting time with your air head
You didn't count the time you do common things daily
You even didn't count that you still breathe this time
The only thing that you think is the bad time
and let yourself down
Nothing will be change
Because you are the one who close your heart
and close all happiness gates with your little bad thing
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Snowstorm In June
This day will remain a special day
But it won't repeat again any soon
The day when the sun
Was taken from everyone
The day of the snowstorm in June
It was the 17th of June, they say
When a cold breeze swept through the air
A dropp here on my nose,
My flip-flops sand toes
Snowflakes sprinkled my hair!
The kids on the block went out to play
Then they first started to see
The snow had piled on the ground
Summer was nowhere to be found!
And they all said, 'This cannot be! '
So they smiled a bit, to their dismay
For the most bizarre snow was in September
And they laughed a little, too
Was this weather new!
It seemed June was now December!
I put a snow family on display
To show summer can be 'cool'
Drivers parked their cars and stared
The weatherman was scared
Some people didn't bother to exit their pool
The bugs didn't even fly away
But rather stayed to see
People playing in the snowy sun
A snow-filled summer can be such fun!
I guess this was just meant to be...
People stayed in their short-sleeves all day
And built snowmen in their yards
I skipped around town
In the magic abound
Believing in this day was sure hard!
We drank hot cocoa and lemonade
And set up lawn chairs in the snow
We watched the snow fall
All afternoon long
But eventually night started to come...
It was certainly a magical day
But it ended way too soon
It ended in laughter
A 'Happily Ever After'
The day when it snowed in June
poem by Brielle Intorcia
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Between The Sheets
CHORUS
What was wrong with you?
What was wrong with me?
We can put it all behind
When we get between the sheets, babe
VERSE 1
Looking down at your face
You know what I'm asking for
Soft and warm in my place
Is it too much to ask for more?
CHORUS
What was wrong with you?
What was wrong with me?
We can put it all behind
When we get between the sheets, babe
What I said to you
What you said to me
We can leave it all behind
When we get between the sheets, babe
VERSE 2
Your sweet lips close to mine
I think it's time to come inside
Now here's your coat to catch the rain, baby
Don't stop until I go insane
CHORUS
What was wrong with you?
What was wrong with me?
We can put it all behind
When we get between the sheets, babe
What I said to you
What you said to me
We can leave it all behind
When we get between the sheets, babe
MIDDLE 8
You don't understand what you do to me each time we kiss
I don't think another love will ever come close to this
Let me breathe the words and make you feel a certain way tonight
Everything you say or do, baby if it's wrong it's right
You don't understand what you do to me each time we kiss
I don't think another love will ever come close to this
Let me breathe the words and make you feel a certain way tonight
Everything you say or do, baby if it's wrong it's right
CHORUS X2
What was wrong with you?
What was wrong with me?
We can put it all behind
When we get between the sheets, babe
What I said to you
What you said to me
We can leave it all behind
When we get between the sheets, babe
song performed by by 411
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Didnt Know
Didn't know what you had
Until you lost it
Didn't know what you own
Until you got it
Didn't know of your sins
Until you fought it.
Didn't know what you needed
Until you sought it.
Didn't know your lies
Until someone spoke them
Didn't know of the truth
Until someone wrote them
Didn't remembered your dreams
Until someone awoke them
Didn't know they died
Until someone chocked them.
Didn't know you had guilt
Until you cried
Didn't know you felt sadness
Until you tried to hide
Didn't know you felt shame
Until you lied
Didn't know you believed in GOD
Until you asked him why.
Didn't know you felt sorrow
Until you shed a tear
Didn't know that you were scared
Until I saw your fear
Didn't know that you hated
Until you were near
Didn't know that you were unhappy
Until you looked in a mirror.
Didn't know who you truly were
Until your ways you sewed
Didn't know that you were evil
Until the truth was showed
Didn't know you did this before
Until I saw all of your woe
Didn't know who you really were
Though I wished then I did know.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Ribbons In A Sea
Ribbons in the sea, what will you do-
Now there is a fabulous holocaust,
As you come down from the mountain,
Losing your candle wax on the rocks- going forever
According to the way she does,
Sleeping in her midnight busses, underneath the
Armpits of marionettes,
Or inside a dark forest that never stops to linger
For its knights-
Filled with witches underneath the seething stars,
Keeping wolves for pets
Who melt the snow to get to the wild nurseries
Before the foxes
To eat the things that grow- underneath the spindles
Of her sorority,
And through her clefts which tend to lose a
Person,
Especially a man who falls too deeply in love with her.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Through Her Clefts
Ribbons in the sea, what will you do-
Now there is a fabulous holocaust,
As you come down from the mountain,
Losing your candle wax on the rocks- going forever
According to the way she does,
Sleeping in her midnight busses, underneath the
Armpits of marionettes,
Or inside a dark forest that never stops to linger
For its knights-
Filled with witches underneath the seething stars,
Keeping wolves for pets
Who melt the snow to get to the wild nurseries
Before the foxes
To eat the things that grow- underneath the spindles
Of her sorority,
And through her clefts which tend to lose a
Person,
Especially a man who falls too deeply in love with her.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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How Deep Do You Want To Go?
Here we are!
Finally.
At level one.
'What were those other levels,
We passed through?
And...
Just how many levels are there? '
Those 'other' levels?
They comprised the toy department.
Now we begin the seriousness,
Of our journey.
Level one is the introduction.
'And...
How many levels are there?
How deep are you taking us? '
How deep do you want to go?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Best If Gravelled
Under the bushes,
Is where they swept and kept their dirt.
It was under the bushes...
Priorities fed to ignore any weeding grew.
It was under the bushes everyone knew,
From where the soiling of the lawn began.
And there under the bushes,
They can be seen digging deep...
Burning the midnight oil,
And not getting a bit of sleep...
To bury any traces of denial.
But the maintaining of the lawn,
Manicured as visitors expect...
Would be best if gravelled,
As many disgusted visitors suggest!
And quickly under the bushes,
A working continues...
To smooth over the dirt,
With a time released scenting...
Hopefully used for all to forget,
The influence of the bushes...
And the planting of them all regret.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Snow on snow
Snow on snow
Flakes gently falling
Like leaves from a tree
Asking permission
Before they land
On the snowflakes underneath
Each one different
Like leaves on a tree
A white carpet
Pure white till soiled
By children’s shoes
They love its touch
Ooo snowball fights
Snow doesn’t hurt
Snow is soft and forgiving
People hurt
They are selfish and cruel
So let it snow
Snow on snow on
poem by James Hart
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Their every instinct - and I have to say this is without exception - is to iron out the bumps, and It's always the bumps that are the most interesting stuff.
quote by Adrian Lyne
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So Close
Tears still lie
So close
So close
Even as the years go
Just underneath the surface
Silent goodbyes
So close
So close
To breaking down
You were here just a moment ago
Tiny little memories
So close
So close
The laughter and love
But still I want you here
Then thin glass is breaking
So close
So close
A silent, glittering tear
poem by Autumn Winds
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