I really look at my childhood as being one giant rusty tuna can that I continue to recycle in many different shapes.
quote by Augusten Burroughs
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Rusty Angels
They say you came from heaven but I know thats not the truth,
Cause I dont think an angel could look anything like you,
Your eyes are made from sapphires and your heart is made from stone,
You gotta be the closest thing to hate Ive ever known,
And if I didnt know better Id say you had come alone to the party.
Oh yeah.
The light is always shining, but you swear that its gone black,
The tide is always turning, but youre never looking back,
If I didnt know better Id say times were pretty bad,
Because rusty angels they cant fly,
Rusty angels gonna die, yeah,
Rusty angels they cant fly,
Rusty angels gonna die, gonna die.
The gifts you bring are fire, and your dreams they turned to dust,
Your flying days are over, and your wings have turned to rust.
If I didnt know better, Id say all you had is lost,
Because rusty angels they cant fly,
Rusty angels gonna die, yeah,
Rusty angels they cant fly,
Rusty angels gonna die, gonna die.
If you swallow just a little pride, you might find a little love inside,
Open up and let somebody in, cause if you need somebody,
You know its not a sin.
Rusty angels they cant fly, rusty angels gonna die, yeah,
Rusty angels they cant fly, no, rusty angels gonna die,
Gonna die, yeah, you cant fly, oh no,
Gonna die, oh yeah, you cant fly, oh no.
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Fresh Flying Fish Gold
“earth global last 4 decades
tuna consumption doubled
grade A tuna 50 kilo 700 dollars
fly out fresh from purchase market”
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Shapes That Go Together
When you were wrapped in tangles
I was free
And when you were undecided
I believed
It's alright, tonight
On a deep blue mountain high
The shapes that go together
You and I
When you were filled with longing
I belonged
When you were weak from trying
I was strong
But it's alright, tonight
On a deep blue mountain high
The shapes that go together
You and I
The shapes that go together
You and I
Childhood winters
Come to me
Whisper softly
So tenderly
I know, I walked 25 miles to hold you
Just to find you'd moved away
When you were wrapped in tangles
I was free
And when you were almost blinded
I could see
But it's alright, tonight
On a deep blue mountain high
The shapes that go together
You and I
The shapes that go together
You and I
You and I (The shapes that go together)
song performed by by A-Ha
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I am among the few who continue to draw after childhood is ended, continuing and perfecting childhood drawing - without the traditional interruption of academic training.
quote by Saul Steinberg
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Blue Fin Tuna Expected Extinction Date
“2006 Philippines
500,000 tuna catch
dropping 20% a year
7 billion people globally hungry
today eating everything
our depleted sea contains
blue fin tuna extinct expected
to be by 2014 fished out? ”
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Watching For Shapes
Written by ricky & marty wilde
Influences now are things that are all around me
Changing shape as they move around in an open mind
Coloured in by the images I find
Im just watching for shapes that grow
Im just watching for shapes that grow
(watching for shapes that grow)
Like electric sparks they danced by an open mirror
Closing doors never looking round but its not goodbye
Theyll be there till Im taken out I know
Im just watching for shapes that grow
Im just watching for shapes that grow
(watching for shapes that grow)
In my mind theres a space thats full of painted pictures
Things I did that I went through, but cant recall
Now and then theres a flash of the unknown
Im just watching for shapes that grow
Im just watching for shapes that grow
(watching for shapes that grow)
(watching for shapes that grow)
(watching for shapes that grow)
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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If you ever want to eat a tuna sandwich again, don't go to a tuna factory. I visited one where they had two lines: one was the human food line and one was the cat food line - and they didn't look any different.
quote by Mark Mobius
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My Childhood Garden
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
lush and green
it was so happy it made me scream
my joy and hopes
and all my mopes
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
with the ups and downs
when i jumped i could not touch the ground
with my purle ponys
it made it homey
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
flying high
with the little lies
the grass fine
up in the sky my kite
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
now in the past
i now know that it can never last
now as i get taller
it was differnt when i was smaller
my childhood garden
poem by Danielle Eager
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Rusty Green
Rusty green summers almost gone, I see winds clouding up the sun
And I cant find my way, everythings grey
Rusty green eyes on my mind, memories someplace out of time
All the things we would do ,i still love you
Its a sad song to sing, painted rusty green
A brief fading picture of spring
song performed by by John Denver
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Childhood's Sweet Song
Childhood forever gone
Just pleasant wisps remain
Close your eyes and remember
The bliss of young ignorance
Sitting on the worn brown rug
With Barbie in your hand
Your sisters on each side of you
How well you bond
How well you forgive
When you are young
Remember those precious days
For in the world where everything
Must all be explained
Where fairies can’t live in your hair
And kitty cats can’t talk
Childhood forever gone
And life sweeping along
Just continue to remember… childhood’s sweet song.
poem by Indigo Rose Christman
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All That Inhabitates on It
I am not one to dispute anyone's belief!
Why should I?
Everyone seeks 'some' excuse,
To accept what they do
With a tolerating of their existence,
With a forgiveness given to continue doing
Exactly what they choose.
However,
For some to dismiss...
That the Earth is a non thinking entity,
And we live on it 'within' its midst.
And IT not being aware of every move made
Is nonsense.
How can anything recycle itself,
As the Earth does.
With all that inhabitates on it
Do this and not be affected,
By who and what is disturbing the peace?
Do not think for one moment,
The Earth is asleep
Denying the causes of its many headaches.
It knows what gets on its nerves,
Just as much as you do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unframed childhood
In retrospect, everything is a mist
Memories are but faint and faded
Childhood lost amidst
Blurred reminisces long dead
A fogged vision unveils
Shapeless shapes in the distance
Dimensions and definitions still
to indiscernible importance
A face frozen, a child’s days framed
For a fraction of eternity
Reflecting moments of a mind untamed
To be my past’s testimony
I wish I had a photograph of my childhood
I could then say “this is me at ten”
I could then word
“I was a brat then”
poem by Rajesh Gurung
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Len Webster's 'Childhood Is...
Childhood Is
when the world to come
is an adventure to be met
Childhood Is
running and hiding
peeking around blind corners
hoping you have been followed
Childhood Is
ducking and diving
dreaming of being in the best
football team in the world
and scoring the winning goal
in the Cup FInal
Childhood Is
being the perfect person
(or not being caught out
when you're not being
the perfect person)
Childhood Is
a mass of contradictions
you don't want to unravel
Childhood Is
a nice cosy bed,
clean sheets
and Mummy's kisses
poem by Len Webster
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Childhood Is...
Childhood is hanging your pictures on the refrigerator, and tea parties you always have to cater.
Childhood is chasing butterflies and picking flowers,
playing with blocks and making towers.
Childhood is hating nap time,
and thinking everything is always MINE
Childhood is crayons and coloring books,
Playing hide and go seek in all the right nooks.
Childhood is falling asleep to your favorite lullaby,
wishing you had wings so you could soar into the sky.
Childhood is only crying over a scrapped knee,
or being stung by a bumble bee
Childhood is thinking boys have cooties,
or your mom making you wear itchy booties.
Childhood is ruining mommy's new leather,
and making friends and keeping them forever.
Childhood finally ends,
When you start to grow up,
And not having to drink out of a sippy cup
poem by Shenika Vermaak
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Reinventing Ourselves
'Poetry has a great digestive system and can consume and recycle almost anything. It's the poet's persona that gives meaning to the process. The first important act of the imagination is to create the person who will write the poems. And that's not the end of it. We have to invent and reinvent who we are until we arrive at the self we can bear to live with and die with. Art demands of the artist the capacity for self-renewal. Without it, art withers. And so does the life.'
- STANLEY KUNITZ
what you were is not enough.
what you are is not enought either.
what you will be will always not suffice.
if you are a sigh
turn yourself into a word
if you are a word
reinvent reconvert
recycle
be not just a word
be a phrase
be this sentence
be this paragraph
be this short story
be this novel
be this universal prayer
of marvel
do not just be a nail but be a hammer
do not just be snail but be sparrow
what if you are nothing at all at the end?
then be the perfection of nothing
just be the best
of this reinventing
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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'Poetry has a great digestive system and can consume and recycle almost anything. It's the poet's persona that gives meaning to the process. The first important act of the imagination is to create the person who will write the poems. And that's not the end of it. We have to invent and reinvent who we are until we arrive at the self we can bear to live with and die with. Art demands of the artist the capacity for self-renewal. Without it, art withers. And so does the life.'
- STANLEY KUNITZ
what you were is not enough.
what you are is not enought either.
what you will be will always not suffice.
if you are a sigh
turn yourself into a word
if you are a word
reinvent reconvert
recycle
be not just a word
be a phrase
be this sentence
be this paragraph
be this short story
be this novel
be this universal prayer
of marvel
do not just be a nail but be a hammer
do not just be snail but be sparrow
what if you are nothing at all at the end?
then be the perfection of nothing
just be the best
of this reinventing
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To be ignorant of the lives of the most celebrated men of antiquity is to continue in a state of childhood all our days.
Mother's Continue...
Through eternity Mother's continue......
her mother bare her
and mother's continue.....
WE all started out as some mother's baby boy or girl, except for Adam & Eve
mother's continue Adam & Even were created fully grown, that means God
was mother to them.
Mother's continue
babies are still being conceived
Mother's continue.......
Hey Mom I know you've been wounded by life
before
I know you've cried, worried and needed someone to hold you up, pray for you, you will continue....
I thought when you I saw you take you're last breathe Friday July 13,2007 I
would go too, you leaving was hard for me.
Lady Alice Carter I see you when Iook in the mirror
Mother's continue.....
poem by Sylvia Loven Carter
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No Crustaceans Fresh to Eat
You prefer to have your shrimp,
With a side of lobster.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.
You want to shell the meat,
To release an aroma.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.
But the sea has been tainted with oil grease.
And what releases from that oil stinks and reeks,
To heaven.
And you see what's coming to you to be served,
Is breaded tuna that's been noodled.
You prefer to have your shrimp,
With a side of lobster.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.
You want to shell the meat,
To release an aroma.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.
But crustaceans from the sea no one can eat.
And frustrations felt begin to heat the seat you sit.
Then you realize you're leaping up on your feet...
To get no relief.
You prefer to have your shrimp,
With a side of lobster.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.
But crustaceans from the sea no one can eat.
And frustrations felt begin to heat the seat you sit.
Then you realize you're leaping up on your feet...
To get no relief.
And the sea has been tainted with oil grease.
And what releases from that oil stinks and reeks,
To heaven.
And you see what's coming to you to be served,
Is breaded tuna that's been noodled.
All crustaceans from the sea no one can eat.
Then you realize you're leaping up on your feet.
And that breaded tuna serve to you you leave,
With your rude on.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.
And that breaded tuna serve to you you leave,
With your rude on.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.
And that breaded tuna serve to you you leave,
With your rude on.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.
Knowing crustaceans from the sea no one can eat.
No crustaceans fresh to eat no longer treats...
So you leave a tuna noodled.,
With a rude mood put on.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.
No crustaceans fresh to eat,
So you leave a tuna noodled.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.
No crustaceans fresh to eat,
So you leave a tuna noodled.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.
Knowing crustaceans from the sea no one can eat.
No crustaceans fresh to eat no longer treats...
So you leave a tuna noodled.,
With a rude mood put on.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Childhood Memories Sung to the Tune of Shawnee West Franklin Bison Blues
Some people have a childhood garden
Filled with green and growing things
Some people have a childhood garden
Filled with purple peonies
Mine is sere
Throughout the year
Nothing grows here
Some people have a childhood rainbow
A sea of colors all aglow
Some people have a childhood rainbow
Red to violet in a row
Mine is gray
Bow of clay
Without a ray
Some people have a childhood temple
Covered with a million treasured dreams
Some people have a childhood temple
A sunny Wat of Gods and kings
Mine is plain
Squats in the rain
Functional 'n sane
Where childhood memories abound
Life flows vividly around
Where childhood memories have fled
Hearts lie dead