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The most dire disaster in love is the death of imagination.

quote by George Meredith
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Resistor

You are being taken under our power to your destination
Go!
Everybody, is a part of the whole of the system
Faster, faster, to welcome disaster
Faster, faster, to welcome disaster
Everybody, is a part...
Faster, faster, to welcome disaster
Faster, faster, to welcome disaster
Faster, faster, to welcome disaster
Faster, faster, to welcome disaster
To welcome disaster (repeat - fade)
Everybody
Everybody is a part of the whole of the system
Faster, faster, to welcome disaster
Faster, faster, to welcome disaster
Everybody
Hey! Hey!
Everybody, is a part...
Hey! Hey!
Were all here on this planet
To spend a couple of hundred thousand hours
To find out
Where we came from
Where we go, and what our souls are all about
Go!
Faster, faster, to welcome disaster
Faster, faster, to welcome disaster
Faster, faster, to welcome disaster
Faster, faster, to welcome disaster
Everybody
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Everybody, is a part...
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Everybody
Everybody, is a part...
Faster, faster, to welcome disaster
Faster, faster, to welcome disaster
Everybody, is a part of the whole of the system
Faster, faster, to welcome disaster
Faster, faster, to welcome disaster

song performed by by Yello
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song performed by by Yello
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Love And So Many Deaths

you are
rooted to the
fertile fields of
our conversations

you are not
just an imagination

never another
pagination of
my book

a hard cover
with bold letters
that cannot be ignored
by the switching off
of the light
in the room

i want to puke
to take you out
of my system

you are a mass
of growing cells
in my body

you are root
words
an imagination
that is real
a book
a cancer cell
inside my brain

you are killing me
i am dying
you are telling me
this is what love
is all about

it has always been
an old link: love,
death,
love, death.

love.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When She Makes Love With Him

when she makes love with him
she always takes a good look at the ceiling
as though she and the ceiling are in love
at the height of his muscular frenzy
feasting on her flesh
she is asking help from her imagination

she is not in love anymore
she detests this obligation

the walls are wordless of course
and the bed squeaks in pity

when he is finished she turns her body to the other side.
death whispers its name. Death is too inviting.

she travels far into the distant fantasy land of her imagination.
her prince is now waiting in the castle of her dreams.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A disaster where marble has been substituted for imagination.

quote by Ada Louise Huxtable
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Your Imagination

Lyrics & music: daryl hall
I remember when i used to be the jealous kind
I got over it, now you're taking over my old line
You're caring too much about what i say
You're wondering too much about what i do
And baby, your imagination
Imagination's got the best of you
I ain't doin' nothing that you could really say was wrong
Just one oversight and no that didn't last too long
Listen, you're caring too much about what i say
You're wondering too much about what i do
And baby, your imagination
Imagination's got the best of you
Don't know what you're looking for
What's this thing about "true blue"
You know i ain't no danger boy
You're the one i like to touch, touch you, you
When the mood is right, change the light and the moment's gone
Better turn around, 'cause the light doesn't last too long
You're caring too much about what i say
You're wondering too much about what i do
And baby, your imagination
Imagination's got the best of you
Imagination, your imagination
Imagination, use your imagination.

song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Death and I

When death comes
I’ll need not love –
Consumed,
No wreath or dove
Could offer me salvation,
Not when I’m no more.

A weathered stone will bear my name –
Identity of once a being
Living out existence in
A world of risk, and never seeing
Sense of why we’re here.

My genes will die away thro’ child –
Hue of eyes and hair, the way of thought,
Will quickly dim with generation –
Bow to future dominance –
Memories of provenance
Resigned to curious few.

When death comes
I’ll need not grace
Below; no grieving face
Will call my resurrection,
Not when I’m at ground –

Death and I so bound.

D eath Crawl

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Ce n'est pas important

Ce n'est pas important
On dit, mon Dieu
Parfois, je pense, mais
Je veux dire avec une question
Je veux dire avec mes mains
Je veux dire avec mon terre
Je veux dire mon naisance
Le pleur dans les fleurs
Qui vivent subterrain

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Qui Vivent Subterrain

Ce n’est pas important
On dis, mon Dieu
Parfois, je pense, mais
Je veux dire avec une question
Je veux dire avec mes mains
Je veux dire avec mon terre
Je veux dire mon naisance
Le pleur dans les fleurs
Qui vivent subterrain

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Beautiful Disaster

He drowns in his dreams
An exquisite extreme I know
He's as damned as he seems
And more Heaven than a heart could hold
And if I tried to save him
My whole world could cave in
It just ain't right
But it just ain't right
Oh and I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful
Or just a beautiful disaster
He's magic and myth
As strong as what I believe
A tragedy with
More damage than a soul should see
But do I try to change him
So hard not to blame him
Hold me tight
Baby hold me tight
Oh and I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful
Or just a beautiful disaster
I'm longing for love and the logical
But he's only happy hysterical
I'm searching for some kind of miracle
Waiting so long
Waiting so long
He's soft to the touch
But frayed at the ends he breaks
He's never enough
And still he's more than I can take
Oh and I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful,
He's such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful,
Or just a beautiful disaster
He's so beautiful
Oh he's just so beautiful
He's so beautiful

song performed by by Kelly Clarkson
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It's Death Again

It's Death again - He's always there -
Watching, waiting - e'er the stare!
Every time I look behind
Or reach to pull the window blind,
I catch a glimpse of grubby hood -
A little clue to where he stood;
The glint of light that caught the scythe.
Perhaps if I could pay a tithe…
But O! no use, he'll never go.
The adamant phantom; don't you know
He will but wait until it's time
For me to hear His fateful chime? -
The toll that claims my destiny,
To Hail: 'You're next, it has to be…'

The Reign of Death

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Death? Why this fuss about death? Use your imagination, try to visualize a world without death! Death is the essential condition of life, not an evil.

quote by Charlotte Perkins Gilman
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Lost in this world

Lost in this world
World of disaster
Disaster of the reality
Reality of human nature
Nature of wild animal
Animal without sense
Sense of care and love
Love replaced to hate
Hate is the world tag
Tag to kill and destroy
Destroy is disaster
Disaster in lost world

poem by Mohammed AlBalushi
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Disingenuousness

Here lies another box for nature,
Carbon ready;
Black to eyes down here,
Where death is at its job.

Up there you’ll hear a rhythmic sob
Or two from living yet-to-dies –
A humming lacrimoso –
It all but cleans the eyes:

Forget it –
The dismal show of grief –
Life is only chemistry –
Our stay is only brief.
It’s we who hype it up!

Diaphragms jerk again;
The jet monotone of hearses
Feeds the disingenuousness
Of undertakers –
They seem to stare at something up ahead –
For them, it’s in the blood,
To taxi off the dead.

The March of Death

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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And Now The Straight Man In My Mind

like poles repel
that is the straight man's dire strait
fearing what likeness he has in the mirror
of his world, shying away from the possibilities
of love and loving the person who needs it
more and worst than anybody
the confused, the disturbed wants him loved
and hugged and just even to share a drink with him
in one of the loneliest nights in their lives
he cannot love any one like him
he has not known what love is
the one that gives
and never takes
something in return

straight man in dire straits of possibilities
how can you ever love the one who loves you most?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It Must Be Imagination

by Kenny Loggins & Tom Snow
When the feeling isn't right
They say you see it in a lovers eye
But I'm wide awake tonight
'N I'm looking for a reason why
It doesn't show
Still somehow I know
Tell me that it just ain't so
Say I made the whole thing up
It must be imagination
Why can't I forget it
God, you'd think I'd know better
It must be imagination
Gone completely out of my mind
It must be imagination
Tearin' me apart
'N breakin' my heart
You can say what is real
You can tell me if I'm in a dream
'Cause I know what I feel
But I don't know what to believe
Turn on the night light
Even if it takes us all night
I gotta be sure by daylight
If I've made this whole thing up
It must be imagination
Tell me if I'm right
'Cause it's changing my life
It must be imagination
Everybody knows
There ain't no way to fight it
It must be imagination
Breakin' my heart
'N tearing me apart
If I'm only dreamin'
Then I'm cryin' in my sleep
You should be shakin' me
Why ain't you wakin' me up?
It must be imagination
God I must be losin' my mind
It must be imagination
Does anybody know
Is there anyway to fight it?
It must be imagination
All in my mind, all in my mind
It must be imagination
If you wanna go, I just got to know
It must be imagination
Oooh tell me what's the problem
Why you wanna go on breakin' my heart?
1982 Milk Money Music (ASCAP) and
Snow Music (BMI)

song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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A Fresh Endeavour

So now I've taken leave of life,
I thought you'd like to know, I still
Possess a mind in love, oh wife;
A soulful eye to catch a show of
Silent beauty – ever yours;
An ear to pick the metaphors
Of tonal dance in words you say,
Grasp a thought in verse you pray
Inside your head, bemused of mind,
Softly mournful, intertwined with
Understanding tears.

I'll drift a whisper o'er to you
To tell that I am quietly calm;
Keeping time till your adieu
To flesh, upon the carol of a
Psalm of consummation. Now!
A fresh endeavour – we're forever
One together, resting yonder,
Cross our open plane of blue.

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Because I Love You I Have Become Nothing

because i love you
i have always been ready
to give up my world
all for you

because i love you
i am willing to conceal myself
from the truth

because i love you
i live the way you want me to
away from myself

because i love you
i confronted the death of all my senses
no promises no resurrection

because i love you
i thrive on compromises
i deny myself

there is no I, only you
there is always the betrayal of my destiny
there are no more shadows
just you just you

because i love you
i have become a mist, an imagination of myself
i have become nothing.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Chernobyl

When Russia tried to keep quiet
over the disaster
of a exploding nuclear reactor
the whole of Europe was radiated

satellites saw the explosion
with flames shooting up,
radiation going into the air
being swept away on the wind

and all of the people fighting against the disaster
got a death sentence,
the towns of Chernobyl and Pripyat is now empty
with no living beings moving there

and the impact circled out much wider
and in Russia people are still suffering from it.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Ballad III

Now in good sooth my joy is vanished clean,
And all my gladness changed to grievous ire :
What profits it, dear flower ! since I have seen
Thy going hence, that I could never tire

When thou wast here
To greet thee every day in every year ?
Delight that was is grown disaster fell :
Alas ! How can I bid thee now farewell !

My love, my choice, my lady and my queen,
For whom my heart is kindled in desire,
What shall I do when love from what hath been
Taketh the gold and leaveth me the mire ?

Nor far nor near

Is comfort found, nor any pleasant cheer.
Gone is thy beauty, that did all excel :
Alas ! How can I bid thee now farewell !

Thine is the deed, O evil tongue and keen !
Forged for my fate upon an anvil dire :
Fortune, that loveth not my hand, I ween,
Nor yet my pen, did in the task conspire.

No help is clear

Save Death, when God shall grant him to appear
Else thou alone could'st win me out of hell.
Alas ! How can I bid thee now farewell !

Ah, simple and dear !

At least behold me and my mourning drear.
Thy loss is torment more than I can tell.
Alas ! How can I bid thee now farewell !

poem by Christine de Pizan
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