I never seen no shootin'. I only know what I heard and what I read. I had no involvement.
quote by Suge Knight
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Gone Shootin
Feel the pressure rise
Hear the whistle blow
Found a ticket of her own accord [on her roller car]
[to | yeah | that] I dont know
Packed her heart in a travelling bag [fought so hard in a travelin band]
And never said bye bye
Somethings missing in the neighbourhood
All the cryin eyes
I stirred my coffee with the same spoon [a stupor caught me with the sin spoon]
Do a favourite tune [to her favourite jewel]
Gone shootin
My babys gone shootin
Wrap yourself around
Like a second skin
Packed her favourite bag [packed|picked her favourite nag]
But she could never win
I took [your | a | her] number in another town
She took another pill
She was runnin in overdrive
Up until my overkill [a victim of overkill]
She never made it past the bedroom door
What was she aiming for? [why Id thought shed even pour]
Gone shootin
Shes gone, gone gone gone
Gone shootin
My babys gone shootin
Lil child
Gone shootin
I thought that she wouldnt even know
Gone shootin
Hey look out, look out, look out, look out!
Gone shootin
Shes shootin heroin!
Gone shootin
Shes shootin loaded
Shes gone, shes gone, shes gone, shes gone
Gone shootin
Im gonna have to get a gun
Look out, look out
She could have anyone
She sure is loaded
I used to love her so [like a rubber soul]
song performed by by AC-DC
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Poem Shootin’ Momma
Poem Shootin’ Momma……,
Lay your poem gun down…..,
You keep writin’ & writin’……,
Like a circus clown…..,
Your brother was a gambler….,
And your daddy was a farmer…..,
You got a hot trigger finger……,
Poem Shootin’ Momma…! ! !
Poem Shootin’ Momma……,
You’ve got a way with words…..,
With lots of bright sayings…..,
And quotes from nerds…..,
Whether just in high heels…..,
Or a sexy pajama……,
You make my body tingle…..,
Poem Shootin’ Momma….! ! !
Poem Shootin’ Momma……,
You’re rockin’ my world…..,
Creatin’ and pennin’……,
Sayin’ it all…..,
So keep my soul inspired…..,
Like the Dali Lama……,
And you’ll see me smilin’…..,
Poem Shootin’ Momma……! ! !
(2007/Innovation Digital Of America.)
poem by Trade Martin
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What people really want in the theater is fantasy involvement and not reality involvement.
quote by Edward Albee
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Gone Shootin'
Feel the pressure rise
Hear the whistle blow
Bought a ticket of her own accord
To I dunno
Packed your heart in a travellin' bag
And never said bye bye
Something missing in the neighbourhood
Of her cryin' eyes
I stirred my coffee with the same spoon
Knew her favourite tune
Gone shootin'
My baby's gone shootin'
Wrap herself around
Like a second skin
Backed her favourite nag
But she could never win
I took an offer in another town
She took another pill
She was runnin' in overdrive
A victim of overkill
She never made it past the bedroom door
What was she aiming for
Gone shootin'
She's gone
song performed by by AC/DC from Powerage
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When families observe a later, deeper stage of cult involvement they may find it necessary to consider the involvement of a professional such as myself in an intervention effort.
Everyone Here Is Working Hard For You
Do you realize how many poems I've seen,
That you have written?
'No!
How many have you actually 'read'? '
Comeon...
You are not aware of this at all?
I read a few but not all.
'I am aware that I am a writer.
Not an accountant.
Nor someone who sets limits,
To achieve a final goal.
Or someone seeking to impress.
Each day presents its own personality.
I'm learnig to appreciate quality and not quantity.
There is something about life I more understand each day.
My personal awareness of 'that' is what I keep addressed.'
Oh...
So what is that?
If you don't mind me asking?
'I know I am not alone...
Even though I perceive I am on my own!
I hear voices clearly say to me,
Everyone here is working hard for you.
That you must believe.'
I see.
And that makes you produce quality you don't notice?
An involvement you keep distanced?
'I did not say I didn't notice the quality.
Painfully that's done.
I don't put my sights on 'quantity'.
I don't want to overwhelm.
As much as I choose to stun!
And that takes paying attention to everyone! '
Like the voices heard in your head?
'You see...
You're trying to take this somewhere else.
And what you are 'attempting' to imply...
I'm not wasting any more of my time to listen to!
Read more than you do.
And if there is any comprehension to communicate,
You need not announce that to me! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Jesus Shootin Heroin
Well, I never really understood religions,
Except it seems a good reason to kill.
Everybodys got their own conceptions,
And you know, they always will.
These days are needles under my skin.
Jesus shootin heroin.
If there are priests at your party,
And youre playing cards that are numbered,
And you got no reason to think it,
Until your chances are uncovered.
Tell me that I got to believe in,
Jesus shootin heroin.
The police in new york city,
Chased a boy, right through the park.
In a case of mistaken identities,
They put a bullet through his heart.
I met mary, on the corner with the streetlights.
She asked me if Id come up to her room.
I told her that I didnt have no money.
She said she had to leave pretty soon.
I decided that I would go in.
Jesus shootin heroin.
song performed by by Flaming Lips
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We first have to find the way of freedom from involvement before we can introduce freedom in involvement.
quote by Pir Vilayat Inayat Khan
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Whats Your Name?
(gary rossington - ronnie vanzant)
Well, its 8 oclock in boise, idaho
Ill find my limo driver
Mister, take us to the show
I done made some plans for later on tonight
Ill find a little queen
And I know I can treat her right.
(chorus)
Whats your name, little girl?
Whats your name?
Shootin you straight, little girl?
Wont you do the same? .
Back at the hotel
Lord we got such a mess
It seems that one of the crew
Had a go with one of the guests, oh yes
Well, the police said we cant drink in the bar
What a shame
Wont you come upstairs girl
And have a drink of champagne
Whats your name, little girl?
Whats your name?
Shootin you straight, little girl?
For there aint no shame.
(chorus)
(chorus)
9 oclock the next day
And Im ready to go
I got six hundred miles to ride
To do one more show, oh no
Can I get you a taxi home
It sure was grand
When I come back here next year
I wanna see you again
What was your name, little girl?
Whats your name?
Shootin you straight, little girl?
Well there aint no shame
What was your name, little girl?
Whats your name?
Shootin you straight, little girl?
Wont you do the same?
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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If You Suggest It
I did not realize,
The depths of my being alone.
And my involvement with my peace.
Until I heard a knocking on my door.
Only to have it dawn on me,
Someone on the other side of it...
Had to have done that.
And...
With then use of their hand.
'I'm sorry.
Were you knocking long? '
~That's okay.
I began to use my other hand.~
'Well...
It has been awhile,
Since I have heard that sound.
It took me a few moments,
To connect it to the door.
I apologize.'
~Were you sleeping? ~
'Not at all.
But as you can see...
I am not familiar with receiving guests.
Come in!
Oh...
Don't pay my nakedness any attention.
But I will get dressed.
If you suggest it.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Un-Common Courtesy
I know what it's like to write and to not be read -
It's much like to speak out and not be heard.
And then there is being read but not gotten back to
It's like greeting someone hello and they just walk right past you.
You are almost sure they heard you at such close proximity
And yet it seems you've been cloaked with invisibility.
So when you post all of your work with such ferocity,
Then expect to be acknowledged, why not extend the same courtesy?
poem by Frederick Kesner
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How Is It Possible
How is it possible to lay blame,
And not profess to be near...
To claim involvement?
How is it possible to own reactions...
But not invest any knowledge,
Of participating in the created unrest?
As if that finger pointing,
Is unattached to the one recognizing fault!
How is that done by someone...
Who attacks another for exposing,
An emotion returned that was equally matched!
How is it possible to lay blame,
And not profess to be near...
To claim involvement?
And how can anything be solved,
When someone hurt is on the prowl.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Work attentively
Work done with involvement
produces interest.
It is the drive from without.
Work done with interest
produces involvement.
It is the drive from within.
In both concentration sets in.
Otherwise, time spent is waste.
07.12.2001, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To Read And Read Again
TO READ AND READ AGAIN
To read and to read again
And to be left empty
By the abundance of words
Whose meanings multiplication
Erases all sense
Of their coherence
And our understanding.
To read and read again
As if in this pretence of learning
Salvation will come
To read and read again
And be forever dumb.
.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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You Don't Read Africa
Never have you ever sat
Or beneath African Suns lay flat
You insist on rumours fat
Liken to a rainy day's door mat
To judge where you haven't testified
And judge what ain't justified
You don't read Africa
You heard it is Hell's replica
With an oasis of virtual bliss
Where on semi-humans and snakes hiss
You watched him report
On a continent he hasn't rapport!
Why do you believe:
That which you perceive?
As Gospel-truth lies you receive?
Those that only your mind deceive?
Making you think 'Africa' is synonym to 'grieve'?
You don't read Africa
You only read about Africa
The cradle of mankind
You believe is to mankind unkind
You help in protests
Against nothing on your list of detests
You call it charity when you commission inquests!
Can a reader read a book here
When he is only there
There where he doesn't know where,
Where he feels and thinks is nowhere?
Read Africa from your heart
Not just when Africans hurt
You cannot read Africa miles apart
You read of Africa
You read about Africa
You read about Africa
You have read about Africa
You Don't Read Africa
poem by David Munene wa Kimberly
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Born With A Broken Heart
Up from the ashes, out of the flames
Keeps gettin stronger, like a slow rollin train
Watch it run
Oh, why do the good die young
Burnin like a shootin star
Born with a broken heart
Off in the distance, it was callin my name
So I took me a ride, on that slow rollin train
It still runs
But it seems that the good die young
Playin on that sad guitar
Born with a broken heart
Burnin like a shootin star
Born with a broken heart
Seems it was over, before it begun
Killed by a bullet, from a six-string gun
Bang a drum
Oh, why do the good die young
Ridin in a long black car
Born with a broken heart
Playin on that sad guitar
Born with a broken heart
Burnin like a shootin star
Born with a broken heart
song performed by by Kenny Wayne Shepherd
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A Poem To Be Heard
A poem to be held
a poem to be fed, with words stronger than the ancient
spirits.
Ti's a poem to be read by all.
A poem that beats the heat of temptation away.
It's power in every single word attracts the moonlight.
A poem, a light in the dark wilderness.
A poem that is just needed and leaves the audience
speechless.
A poem that comforts a sad soul.
Read to me a poem
when I'm cold.
Read it to me till I'm old.
When I'm heart broken, a poem, a love, I'd want.
A poem, a victory through lives endless battle.
A poem an epistle to mine heart, and every written word
in it is heard.
A poem, about royalty, about Kings and Queens
and how they live in luxury.
A poem, a song about sweet heavens.
Read me a poem and slow my heart beat down.
A poem with a tasty flavor, I'd want to hear.
Read me a poem that explains how Nelson Mandela
conquered his fears.
A poem that can describe how Martin Luther Kings
felt when he fought for freedom.
I long to hear it,
Therefor read me a poem,
to be heard.
poem by Marlene Rashidi
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What They Do Best
They complain of a lack of involvement,
But have chosen to qualify those
Who wish to become involved.
And when no one wants to become involved...
They complain of a lack of involvement,
But have chosen to qualify those
Who wish to become involved.
And when no one wants to become involved...
They complain of a lack of involvement,
But have chosen to qualify those
Who wish to become involved.
And those who are involved...
Have no qualifications to qualify anyone!
And that's what they do best!
'Could 'redundancy' be the purpose
To stifle those 'with' purpose,
On purpose? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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And I My Poem/I Could Not Write
AND I MY POEM/ COULD NOT WRITE
And I my poem
Could not write
Because I heard
Another light.
And fear and far
So deep in me
Distanced my Eternity.
But suddenly my soul in strain
Heard its song once again
And for this little interval
I dare not let myself be still
Instead I’ll laugh and sing again
And play and pray
Until my end -
And nothing in this night or death
Will ever let my mind forget
That I need God
Whatever I do
God and me and also you.
Read read this little poem I pray
This is my blessing for this day.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Crystal Ball
Well, Ive heard it, Ive heard it all
Ive heard it all before
I dont need no gypsy
I dont need no crystal ball
Since you started messin round on me darlin
Now the phones ringing off the wall
And everybody says its so
I got a broken heart comin and they want me to know
And Ive heard it all
I dont need a crystal ball.
I got a lady across the hallway
I got another one way across town
All the people at your birthday party
You should hear the way theyre puttin me down?
It seems the whole worlds out to spy
Its like the cia meets the fbi
And Ive heard it all
I dont need a crystal ball
Well Ive heard it all
I dont need a crystal ball
Well Ive heard it all
It aint no surprise to me
I dont watch no television
I dont read the daily news
Im afraid if I listen to the radio
Ill hear about the latest things you do
I dont want no explanation
Nothin you could say could be a revelation
And Ive heard it all
I dont need a crystal ball.
song performed by by Utopia
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