For people to understand me when I travel, I speak with my hands.
quote by Marcel Carne
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People Are People
We're different colours
And we're different creeds
And different people
Have different needs
It's obvious you hate me
Though I've done nothing wrong
I've never even met you
What could I have done
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
People are people
So why should it be
You and I shouldnt get along
People are people
So why should it be
You should hate mePeople are people
So why should it be
You and I shouldnt get along
People are people
So why should it be
You should hate me
You're punching, kicking
And you're shouting at me
And I'm relying on your common decency
La, la. la, la. la
So far it hasn't surfaced
But I'm sure it exists
It just takes a while to travel
From your head to your fist
Can't understand what makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand
People are people
So why should it be
You and I shouldnt get along
People are people
So why should it be
You should hate mePeople are people
So why should it be
You and I shouldnt get along
People are people
So why should it be
You should hate me
I can't understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand
I can't understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand
I can't understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand
song performed by by A Perfect Circle
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The Heart That Loses Its Grip On Love
you speak of revenge
for how long will you speak
about it,
your heart beats for something
else for someone
long lost
and never comes back
to you
your heart captured in the hands
of someone you detest
you speak of
freedom you speak of a heart
that wants to see
the end of the beginning
now, i understand, how is it
when your heart
loses a grip on love
its hands must have wanted
to hold on
to a double-edged knife
bleeding
waiting
dreaming of another
beginning to
this end
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Icb
My love falls from heaven
To talk of this strange design
Then it goes forever
Where all things never die
People look whenever
These races have been won
Minds just for breathing
When the means for this have begun
Its so far away, and its closing in
Its so far away, and it seems to travel in
Taken from the killing ground
By all dividing hands
With no sense or reason,
They came, they found, they ran
Taking good advantage of
All the things they are told
I washed my hands of innocence
When you started taking control
Its so far away, and its closing in
Its so far away, and it seems to travel in
song performed by by New Order
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Not Bothered
when you understand and really
understand understanding
you do not speak
you only listen
as the other speaks to you
you anticipate when and where and what
you are no longer bothered with the
why.
as others in the corner still scream
crying, this is unfair, this is foul, this is heinous
to understand and really understand understanding
you put your hands inside the pocket of your pants
walk five steps farther
stop on the sixth and find a place for yourself
where you can take your deep breath
and sigh
because you are no longer bothered with the
why.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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For A Good Friend
To travel with a friend is to travel on a cruise ship,
For there will be laughter, music, dance and wine;
Yet you still secretly check for life jackets and rafts,
And only sleep safe when your swimming is fine.
To travel with a true friend is to travel in a wooden boat,
With just a limbless you, him, against the mighty tides;
Yet your eyes will close, knowing there can happen only two:
His hands will save you, or with you in him he would, fly...
* Dedicated to C.K.Senthil
poem by Pradeep Dhavakumar
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Travelling in My Heart
Rich people travel in cars,
Poor people travel in carts,
But some as sweet and special as you will always travel in my heart,
And I'll tell you from the start you'll never have to walk,
Becuase my heart is strenghtened by your beauty,
You are such a cutey,
I want you to remain in my heart forever and ever,
I take you wherever I go,
Baby I love you and this you know
poem by Shutter Queen
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Spider
Sorry
drinking dream
The larger it is
the deeper it is
I am with the dream.
How to travel
who knows
all day long
all through the night
I travel
and travel
till the sky end.
Sorry
Here I
with the bear
putting question
and the spider
answering whose
hands my vehicles gear.
Please wait
to see height
through this light.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Marvellous Travel
I travel with my eyes,
Watching those silently cry,
Asking themselves the question why,
Someone left them without saying goodbye;
I travel with my thoughts,
I travel with my pen;
To write about children, women and men;
I travel with my voice,
I travel with my hope,
That something new, would spring into my horoscope,
Whether in Asia, America or Europe,
There'll always be something interesting to scope;
I travel to many different places,
Mix with many races,
Identify tribesmen by their faces,
And little girls by their laces,
I travel without money,
So, please listen to my testimony,
The good, the bad and even the ugly,
Every experience is worth life's journey,
For I'll always be marvelled,
When ever I travel.
poem by Joshua Fernandez
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The Travelerz
I travel with my eyes,
Watching those silently cry,
Asking themselves the question
why,
Someone left them without
saying goodbye;
I travel with my thoughts,
I travel with my pen;
To write about children, women
and men;
I travel with my voice,
I travel with my hope,
That something new, would
spring into my horoscope,
Whether in Asia, America or
Europe,
There'll always be something
interesting to scope;
I travel to many different places,
Mix with many races,
Identify tribesmen by their faces,
And little girls by their laces,
I travel without money,
So, please listen to my testimony,
The good, the bad and even the
ugly,
Every experience is worth life's
journey,
For I'll always be marvelled,
When ever I travel.
poem by Akingbehin Daniel Murphy
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Life and Traveling
Traveling can be fun right? But what does it mean to travel?
Does it mean that your mind is gone or is it your body?
When you think about traveling, you think oh I can go some where and have fun. Do people travel to get away from others or do they travel to get away from themselves?
Do people really mean that they want thier body or thier mind to travel?
I guess it just depends on the place and time and whom you are with...
03-23-10
poem by Kristen Palmitier
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Have You, Ever Been in Cathay ?
People today, like to travel around,
To places in big, places in small, and even,underground!
They travel by plane or by bus, by a boat or a motor-cycle,
Sometimes travel on a horse, or even a bicycle.
But how , can you travel and visit CATHAY?
For those who want to visit Cathay, it is to say CHINA today!
But in the past, the European, called it that way!
Even in Russian , it is pronounced KITAI,
So for you in privet, it doesn't matter why!
Again, I asked you, how can we travel and visit CATHAY ?
poem by Yoseph Lupu
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The Winning Combination
How do people speak in the positive sense?
Their minds are offset by the ridiculousness in the mouth,
The speech uttered from above is to the heart
As thoughts are connected to other thoughts
To make a winning combination, a game has been suffered.
My sense is superior and believable by the outstanding men,
Understand me as I speak of the world and its pleasures.
The world flowers from its shoulders,
Bringing a war or two in the positive sense.
My people speak due to old age,
A maxim is too hard when remembered.
poem by Naveed Akram
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We're all dealt with the same hand here, so to speak. I feel like I've had it a lot better than most people. I've had the opportunity to travel and play music all my life.
quote by Levon Helm
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I beg you to speak of Woman as you do of the Negro, speak of her as a human being, as a citizen of the United States, as a half of the people in whose hands lies the destiny of this Nation.
quote by Susan B. Anthony
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For Someone Special
To be a ladies man is not in my background
And one with more appeal than me quite easily found
And though I've never sent you any flowers
If thought time could be measured I've thought of you for hours.
I love you for your bright and cheerful way
The way you smile and laugh and say good day
Your friends all say how wonderful you are
And to find your equal one might travel far.
And with those sentiments I must agree
For you have been such a dear friend to me
A role model on whom I can depend
And I hope you'll always be my trusted friend.
So many people speak so well of you
And to your many friends you've remained true
And to help others you've gone out of your way
It's no wonder people nice things of you say.
Of singing your praises I could never tire
And you'll always be the woman I admire
And I'll always love you for the way you are
And to find your equal one might travel far
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Magic of the Breeze – 32 I used to travel by train
I used to travel by train
Previously too – The travel
At night, the distant lights
The stars in sky, hopeful dreams
The sound of thundering wheels
Singing a song to the rhythm
Of the beat of the heart of steel
The rush of the wind
Standing by the door
I used to think what means all this
The fury and sound, the very travel
The people I used to meet or travel with
No one has been able to erase the sadness
Or ease the pain I feel when traveling
I used to feel all alone by the door
And life speeding by towards the end.
I have enjoyed my travel too
In groups with friends now far apart
I remember days gone by never to come
But, however long the distance
I used to stand at least half the time.
With you I now sit and enjoy
It is no longer a pain
Before travel was business
Travel was necessary and unavoidable
It was an escape sometimes
Just the act of traveling – running away
But, I always had to come back
And face life alone, just alone.
Now, you have shown me
The other side of travel by train
The train is still the train
The people, crowd all are the same
But yet not the very same,
You and I, no one else I see
Time, with it all people, the crowd
Are frozen in time and none exists
Other than just the two of us
I myself am in a dream till the end
Drinking the air and feeling
The breeze and you fill each cell
I no longer think, I only wait
To feel the brush of your touch
And the kiss of the breeze!
poem by Angelina Pandian
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Medazzaland
Oh, medazzaland
Medazzaland
I had a problem they said they can solve
Soon I wont speak
I have no words left in me
I dream in pictures but the sound is muted
I have no way to understand what they say
Into medazzaland
People are starting to talk
But I dont hear them anymore
Now I cant see
But Im still able to think
Do I have any feeling left?
What are they saying about me?
Do they really understand whats wrong?
I feel their hands on my skin
The time has come for them to begin
Im sinking deeper and deeper
Into medazzaland
I can feel the scalpel on my skin
Its cutting in deeper and deeper
Im in medazzaland
Oh medazzaland
song performed by by Duran Duran
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I don't understand
I don't understand
Why people cry
Why people get angry
Why people hate
But most of all
Why people are prejudiced
Why people fight
Why people argue
Why people cheat
What I understand most is
Why the sun shines bright
Why the grass grows
Why people smile
Why the sky is blue
poem by Aiesha Freela
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I Don't Understand
I don’t understand
Why people kill
Why people have hatred
Why people destroy nature
But most of all
Why people never care
Why people gamble
Why people died
What I understand most is
Why people love
Why the world rotates
Why people feel
poem by Stardasia Livngston
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Alone, I Am
Alone, I seem not, though I am
Alone, I must travel the unfocused future
Although at times I may travel with a companion
Nevertheless, none are close enough to know my true nature
At times throughout the winding path, I have become acquainted with a compassionate soul
Though in the end, they also desert me, unable to understand my true nature
At the present, I was near to a potential companion
However, I now feel him drifting from me
As the waning of the moon, playing with the tides of my emotions
I shudder to realize, that I dared to hope, for the perfect, most angelic soul
One who can understand my hopes, my fears, my dreams, my past
In essence, my true nature
But then I finally have come to realize
That Alone, I must travel the unfocused future
Alone, I seem not, though I am.
poem by Katie Frank
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