I like to disappear in the parts I play.
quote by Mark Ruffalo
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the Self
the self is a mountain
you can go exploring
some parts are not reachable
and some parts so riveting
you just wish to sing them songs
some parts are caves you can shout
and hear your own echoes
some parts are a make belief
haunted house you can frighten yourself with
some parts are chambers of
mysteries you can get lost on your own
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Disappear
(j farriss & michael hutchence)
Say Im crying
Im looking at whats on tv
Pain and suffering
And the struggle
To be free
It cant ever be denied and i
Never will ignore
But when I see you coming
I can take it all
Chorus
Youre so fine
Lose my mind
And the world seems to disappear
All the problems
All the fears
And the world seems to disappear
Say youre mine
And give yourself to the
Feelings that you know
Im needing
All that you can give me
All the things
That you do so well
Words are healing
Sweet anticipation
Making spells
As the shadows close in
Fall across all our yesterdays
Chorus
Disappear
Disappear
Disappear
Disappear
Disappear
Disappear
Disappear
Say if I could
Look into myself and reason
But I could never never see or
Make snese of the dealings
Turn around
Am I looking at salvation
Make me realise all that I am
You put the light inside this man
Chorus
song performed by by INXS
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Audition
Life, a Play
In three parts, now
Is two parts done.
In this,
The final interval
We rearrange our scores,
The Orchestra, still poised
Will sit
To practice discords
At the pit.
Then like rent cloth
The curtains start,
The stage is lit;
And I would venture
At my part...
Were I not so
Afraid of it.
24 January 1984
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Country Is Like A Body
When one part sick
All parts look unhealthy
When one part missing
All parts get the impact
When one part is weak
Do other parts only blame and not help to fix it?
When one part is failed
Do other parts only let it fall and not support it?
Even it is often forgotten
It doesn't mean it is not important
Even it is always underestimated
It doesn't mean it could completely be ignored
One part may be incapable
But it doesn't mean all parts can do nothing
One part may be invalid
But it doesn't mean all parts should also give up the spirit
In some incredible moment they are working together
In some unseen place they don't stop to struggle
It may be hard but always raises up the hope
It may be small change but always look forward
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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To Disappear
I appeared here a while ago,
I had no say on the arrangement made,
yet rules say you're not allowed to disappear
until cancer or some other ticket allows you to fade.
personally I take offense to that,
it seems I'm a slave to the fates,
yet once I'm a ghost I can disappear at will,
but first I must pass through the pearly gates.
Who keeps track of this mess?
I watch logs disappear in my fireplace,
no trouble, no threats of Hell,
To disappear as a log goes rather well.
poem by Richard Jarboe
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I don't come in parts
I DON'T cOME IN PARTS
I
Can't
Give
You
Ha lf
Of
Me.
Because
I
Don't
CoM e
In
Parts! ! ! ! ! !
So if any resason that I don't fit in your plan of a whole, by all means walk and it will be easy for the both of us, because I DON'T COME IN PARTS.
poem by Clarence Williams
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The writing of good limericks you see
requires two parts insanitee -
two parts rhythyme
and three parts rhyme.
With that, you'll master the art completelee.
quote by by Otido Omukuba
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When Bound was released, Boys don't Cry wasn't out yet. Therefore it was very taboo to play a lesbian. I loved the part, because girls never get to play the typical guy parts.
quote by Gina Gershon
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For arousal
Females arouse males by their private parts
in all mammals, the parts well decked out.
In women they are hidden and buried.
Men sought their other parts for arousal.
23.09.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pulling myself together for M'lady Ann Beard
In dreams I can communicate
with disparate parts of me.
I’m learning to appreciate.
The frightening complexity
Of the different parts of me.
Which I must balance constantly
A task I must face every day
so they combine to make me, me..
I am a father and a son.
I am a brother and a friend.
The endless list goes on and on.
It seems as though it has no end.
Somehow I manage to control
at least the parts on public view.
The scattered parts which make the whole
But still conceal a thing or two.
The parts of me I need to change.
I’m sure I can do given time.
Some parts of me are weird and strange.
Like creatures from an earlier time.
The Id tries to assert its will.
The ego sure to disagree.
The super ego bids them both be still.
I just accept they’re part of me.
When other people look at me.
I wonder if they wonder too
If they can see reality.
I am not certain that I do.
Wednesday,02 December 2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Vanishing
Disappear
Disappear
Higher
Higher
Into the air
Slowly disappear
No, no longer here
Disappear
Disappear
Thinner
Thinner
Into the air
Never really here
What that never
Like a thought brushing up against a sigh
Floating away
Floating away (repeated)
Vanishing like a sigh and slowly
Disappear
Disappear
Vanish
Vanish
Into the air
Slowly disappear
Never really here
Floating away
Floating away (repeated)
song performed by by A Perfect Circle
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I saw it as a challenge to play with Pat and we put hours and hours into it, usually on the bus. The trick was to find something that we both wanted to play within our different styles which would add up to being greater than the sum of its parts.
quote by Bill Bruford
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Into The Divine
I think youre, oh, so beautiful
I think youre so kind
And I think I would miss you
If you disappear into the divine
And I think of an apple core
When you start thinking of god
And I know I would miss you
If you disappear into the divine
And I think youre so beautiful
Beautiful as the blackened space and stars
But all I see is a coreless seed
When you cry for a God whos not there
And I think youre so beautiful
And I see youre as the sun
That shines out through these galaxies
Shimmering and warm, ah
And I think youre so beautiful, oh, oh, oh, oh
And if theres one thing I believe at all
Its how much I would miss you
If you disappear into the divine
Its how much I would miss you
If you disappear into the divine
Its how much I would miss you
If you disappear into the divine
How much, how much
How much, how much
How much, how much
How much, how much, how, how much
If you disappear into the
How much, how much
(how much), hey, hey, hey, hey
....
How much
song performed by by Lou Reed
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I Promise You That
Theres no breathing you should feel like this.
I know that I am the only one to play.
I feel you $ me
Its hidden in your keys, oh.
I dont believe that things Ive said and done.
I only hope therell the time to be the one.
We can work it out if only you let me, oh
Whatever you say
Whatever you do
There will be good times waiting for you
Whatever you hear
I wont disappear
I promise you that
I promise you that
I never said that I could chase the world
But if you give me the chance that Ill do so
I know that in your heart you can forgive me
Whatever you say
Whatever you do
There will be good time waiting for you
Whatever you hear
I wont disappear
I promise you that
I promise you that
Via times dont need I ####
Still there is time to turn it around
Im not saying its an easy thing
Let me show you
I promise you that
Whatever,whenever
Therell be good time(waiting for you)
Whatever you hear(whatever you hear)
I wont disappear
Whatever you say
Whatever you do
There will be good time waiting for you
Whatever you hear
I wont disappear
Whatever you say
Whatever you do
There will be good time waiting for you
Whatever you hear
I wont disappear
I promise you that, I promise you that
song performed by by Westlife
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I'm getting too old to play some parts, but I'm still greedy.
quote by Max von Sydow
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Broken Parts
I live tonight, a mattress on the floor
Frustrated by my senses, I've reached a point which I can't ignore
Despite my fears she moves within my arms
I've never felt her near me, I whisper words to keep me calm
We are silent, we play our parts
We need the violence, but hold eachother gently as we dance
Panic found me after all
Blood runs even faster, Im holding on to what Ive been told
"Just take my fears and colour them as you please"
I whisper to her softly, I think she laughs when as she looks at me
We are silent we play our parts
We need the violence, but hold eachother gently as we dance
I sleep tonight, a mattress on the floor
Im waking up beside her, the pain is here as it was before
song performed by by Yvonne
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Art is an expression of who you are. Parts that I play are my sculptures.
quote by Kim Cattrall
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2 Birds Conversation
'Am I allowed to die here? '
'Why not? '
'With grass, flowers or words? '
'They may be'
'Like the birds lay the memories'
'Yes, suddenly disappear when you do not tell'
'After he died in peace without worry'
'Probably no one felt the loss'
'Is not love... but rather the loss of freedom'
'Without a conversation anymore'
'Then disappear in death'
'Yes, suddenly disappear when you do not tell'
'Flowers, grass and your words'
'Memories that will soon disappear'
East Colfax Avenue,2010
poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo
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Who I am gets in the way of people looking innocently at the parts I play.
quote by Alan Rickman
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The Parts In Relation To The Whole
the parts in relation to the whole are hard to muster
i get lost somehow
confused on this seemingly unrelated part to another part
like seeing the legs of this millipede
when it would have been easier to think of it
as a worm,
i remember being lost in a forest of trees
wild growing trees where i can no longer figure out the shape
of a single leaf
because it is too dark
and damp
too many little things, too many details, that hinder us
from grasping the wholeness of
things
and people and daily events,
i get tired of all these, parts and parts and parts and some more
miniatures of parts, a letter to the word,
speaking in cut phrases
how can i ever understand this and that?
show me the whole
be whole to me as i am whole to you
touch the parts later
relate it always to me
this love is whole, it was never meant to be chopped
like some garlic and onions
this love is an apple that you see and pick from the tree
take it first
in its appleness, then start to bite
every part is sweet, every part is me,
this love
this me, this whole world is me
it must be first to you
then love becomes us.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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