I prefer to explore the most intimate moments, the smaller, crystallized details we all hinge our lives on.
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Writers, just like frivolous women, commercialize the intimate details of their lives.
aphorism by Valeriu Butulescu from Immensity of the Point, translated by Eva A. Ziem
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Smaller & Smaller
Drought makes the workers dream
Muscles and fields of green
Shovel the last few crumbs
Of generosity
Open hearts, open mind, open mouth, open vein
Drain
Someday the rains will come
My blistered hands tell me
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
Bite
Bite
Bite
Cry
Ill keep coming back
Smaller and smaller and smaller
Squash me
Smaller and smaller and smaller
Under the charity
Smaller and smaller and smaller
Under the topsoil
Smaller and smaller and smaller
Under the fingernail
Smaller and smaller and smaller
Then small becomes all becomes all..........
Bite
Bite
Bite
Cry
Its not a mirage
Its not a mirage
Trickling downward, trickling downward
Its not a mirage
Drain
Drain
Bite
Bite
Bite
Cry
Smaller and smaller and smaller and smaller and smaller..........
song performed by by Faith No More
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Four little giraffes
Four little giraffes
Stare at a broken hinge
A broken hinge in the door
They sat and pondered
How were they going to fix that hinge?
That broken hinge which was in the door
They were no bob the builder
But surely they could fix it just as well
They hammered and they wrenched
All day and all night long
And with hooves wiping sweat off from brows
And purple tongues slurping up some water by the gallon
Soon that broken hinge was no longer a broken hinge
Yes indeed
They surely weren’t bob the builder
But they sure were one thing
Great hooves for feet, purple tongued hard workers
poem by Storm Pedersen
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Smaller And Smaller
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(p) Faith No More
< Mike Bordin: Drums; Roddy Bottum: Keyboards;
Billy Gould: Bass Guitar; Jim Martin: Guitar;
Mike Patton: Vocals >
( Angel Dust [Slash Records, 1992] )
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Drought makes the workers dream
Muscles and fields of green
Shovel the last few crumbs
Of generosity
Open heart, open mind, open mouth, open vein
DRAIN
Someday the rains will come
My blistered hands tell me
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow
BITE
BITE
BITE
CRY
I'll keep coming back
smaller and smaller and smaller
squash me
smaller and smaller and smaller
under the charity
smaller and smaller and smaller
under the topsoil
smaller and smaller and smaller
under the fingernail
smaller and smaller and smaller
then small becomes all becomes all.......
BITE
BITE
BITE
CRY
It's not a mirage
It's not a mirage
trickling downward, trickling downward
It's not a mirage
DRAIN
DRAIN
BITE
BITE
BITE
CRY
smaller and smaller and smaller and smaller and smaller.......
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song performed by by Faith No More
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Magic Moments
Magic moments happen in our lives
when we are kissed by an angel
under the moonlight.
A magic moment we cling on to,
just one of the many magic moments
our lives pass through.
The sweet scent of flowers that surround us
in the summer while love lingers in the air,
more magic moments there.
Magic moments that fill our lives with joy,
moments that rekindle love’s dying flame
making it burn strong again.
31 July 2008
poem by David Harris
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Tabloid Moments
An escaping from those tabloid moments,
Seems to be an incredible impossibility.
Plastered on everything that is moving,
Are advertisements reminding...
What's on TV, what to eat, how to dress
And what to read.
Intimate details of celebrities,
Has made the paparazzi a new industry.
And the squeezing of produce in a grocery store,
One is reminded which 'star' is on what diet.
Is it celery and grapefruit?
And what are avocados used for?
An escaping from those tabloid moments,
Seems to be an incredible impossibility.
Plastered on everything that is moving,
Are advertisements reminding...
What's on TV, what to eat, how to dress
And what to read.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Full Circle
All Ive ever touched or said to them
Becomes a rehearsal for you, just practicing,
Too many magic moments to be coincidence
It all comes full circle
I knew someone who knew you
And he introduced me to you
Your ex-girlfriend had a boyfriend
Who kissed my girlfriend
Who did adrian
The world keeps on getting smaller and smaller
And everything comes back full circle, full circle
Six degrees of separation
We all know someone else
It all comes full circle
And you come from england
My ex-boyfriend, he is indian
British passport, were all connected
And everyone else is affected
The world keeps on getting smaller and smaller
And everything comes back full circle, full circle
Six degrees of separation
We all know someone else
It all comes full circle
It all comes full circle
The world keeps on getting smaller and smaller
And everything comes back full circle, full circle
Six degrees of separation
We all know someone else
It all comes full circle
The world keeps on getting smaller and smaller
And everything comes back full circle, full circle
Six degrees of separation
We all know someone else
It all comes full circle
song performed by by No Doubt
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Before the Final Darkness
Before the final darkness
I want to forgive you for every wrong thing,
making you the centre-point of my life,
I want to know that what we have is really love
and to you this is not a secret confession,
that you enrapture me, making my whole body shake,
sometimes letting me feel as if I am gliding on my feet,
that daily I miss you desperately
and already time is drawing its line through our lives,
our bodies are already overwhelmed by age,
although it feels as single moments are still lingering,
you are the core between all the details,
the one that astounds me matchlessly,
who can determine the direction of my life in only moments.
(For Annelize)
poem by Gert Strydom
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The function of the politician, therefore, is one of continuous watchfulness and activity, and he must have intimate knowledge of details if he would work out grand results.
quote by John George Nicolay
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To explore different parts of yourself and different emotional lives... not to hide from who you are but to actually explore who you are.
quote by Ian Somerhalder
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Writing in other voices is almost Japanese in the sense that there's a certain formality there which allows me to sidestep the embarrassment of directly expressing to complete strangers the most intimate details of my life.
quote by Suzanne Vega
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Intimate relationships are a gold mine for literature to explore, to understand, to describe.
quote by A.B. Yehoshua
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The Room Gets Smaller
The room keeps getting smaller. What did I do this time? Logic is dead and gone. And time continues to move on. The room keeps getting smaller. No its not fine. I hurt someone very close and I was forewarned. Its was a mistake that created heart break. And the room get smaller. Yes I'm out of my mined. My failures are so large that I have fallen so far under par. A forty foot latter isn't high enough. God how this is going to get rough. And the room gets smaller smaller and smaller till it totters to the brink of collapse and I see the death of others coming. Its a domino effect that I created because I was too desperate. I paid the ultimate price of an unwanted sacrifice.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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I don't like parties. I prefer something more intimate, just for the closest people.
quote by Gisele Bundchen
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Intimate Since We Met
Intimate since we met.
With no mention of it intended.
And feeling free not to defend it,
To experience this without regret.
It was as if this was meant to be.
A meeting of coincidence...
That began for us so innocent.
And intimate since we met.
A magnetic attraction we cemented.
First with our eyes,
Then to our surprise we kissed.
Feeling that tingle between us,
With a need to be together...
To explore more of it!
And we have been intimate,
Since we met.
With no mention of it intended.
And feeling free not to defend it!
To experience this without regret.
So blessed we are,
To share this added spice.
That increases in our happiness,
Each of us knew.
But did not expect...
Could reach and climb to further heights.
None that we dreamed of.
Or planned to invite.
Intimate since we met.
With no mention of it intended.
And feeling free not to defend it,
To experience this without regret.
It was as if this was meant to be.
A meeting of coincidence...
That began for us so innocent.
And did not expect...
When we met,
Could reach and climb to further heights.
Further with no intention...
To be this intimate,
Like this intimacy we have is meant.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Possibilities
I prefer movies.
I prefer cats.
I prefer the oaks along the Warta.
I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky.
I prefer myself liking people
to myself loving mankind.
I prefer keeping a needle and thread on hand, just in case.
I prefer the color green.
I prefer not to maintain
that reason is to blame for everything.
I prefer exceptions.
I prefer to leave early.
I prefer talking to doctors about something else.
I prefer the old fine-lined illustrations.
I prefer the absurdity of writing poems
to the absurdity of not writing poems.
I prefer, where love's concerned, nonspecific anniversaries
that can be celebrated every day.
I prefer moralists
who promise me nothing.
I prefer cunning kindness to the over-trustful kind.
I prefer the earth in civvies.
I prefer conquered to conquering countries.
I prefer having some reservations.
I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.
I prefer Grimms' fairy tales to the newspapers' front pages.
I prefer leaves without flowers to flowers without leaves.
I prefer dogs with uncropped tails.
I prefer light eyes, since mine are dark.
I prefer desk drawers.
I prefer many things that I haven't mentioned here
to many things I've also left unsaid.
I prefer zeroes on the loose
to those lined up behind a cipher.
I prefer the time of insects to the time of stars.
I prefer to knock on wood.
I prefer not to ask how much longer and when.
I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility
that existence has its own reason for being.
poem by Wislawa Szymborska
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Their Teachers
Never do the same signs show their details,
Details are simply abandoning the very concept;
Signs fool the teachers of this era as we speak,
Details are against those who teach and display.
poem by Naveed Akram
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We don't often look into these unpleasant details of our great struggle. We all prefer to think that every man who wore the blue or gray was a Philip Sidney at heart.
quote by Rebecca H. Davis
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Moments
a life
a single life
our lives
follows
follow dignified bearings
compass bearings
charted
upon self set course
chosen
by a moment
those significant
moments
moments
mere fleetings
moments
moments
seeded upon cast wind
of our own actions
actions
which we shall be
accountable for
for for
the duration of
our lives
upon great
moments chosen
conscience
wisely are
our characters
our reputations
won
upon
smallness
smallness
of a single
solitary act
can a single
act ungoverned
our characters
reputations
can be
lost forever
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Lonely moments (A song)
Don’t know why!
It happens with life
When intimate is not,
Suddenly the heart
Remembers past events,
The small-small incidents;
Don’t know why!
Her smile, her style,
Her talk and her whisper
Her sudden knock
Her all moments, I still remember
Don’t know why!
Those unknown moments,
Passed back with time;
Changing colours of life,
Disturbing heart of mine;
Don’t know why!
Same is path, Same is journey
But partner Is not with me,
Looking for her, here & there
Lonely moments, no one to share.
Don’t know why!
It happens with life.
(C) S.D. Tiwari
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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